Indulge by Angela Graham Read Free Book Online

referring to the owner of the bar who was always owing
Caleb something. It gave Caleb a new game to play, though: using his
roleplaying exploits to pick up women. Why he had a thing for pretending to be
a struggling bartender, I didn’t know.
    He grinned, shrugging a shoulder in mock innocence. “He
should be grateful. It’s free help for the bar. No better way to clear a debt.”
    It was true—Parker was lucky Caleb let him pay it off by giving
him full rein of his place, and with his female patrons. Not everyone was that
lucky. Caleb had a padded bank account, but I knew he was still looking for
what he really wanted to do for a living. Because of that, he played games—both
respectable and questionable ones.
    “Tell the little guy I said hi,” he said, turning away to
face his prey.
    “Good luck,” I replied, though he didn’t need it. He’d
used the bartender act before on unsuspecting women who came in for a drink, hooking
them with his ‘woe is me’ bartender routine. It never led anywhere serious,
though, because he was as jaded as I was. I wasn’t sure what his story was,
which was actually the glue that bonded us. He never asked about Natasha, I
never questioned how he made his money outside the poker table, and neither of
us placed judgment. It worked well.
    I took one more drink from my glass to finish it off, then
strode straight to the pert redhead.
    Her expression confirmed a conversation wasn’t needed. She
dragged her gaze down my chest, stopping below my belt, and then gazed back up
at me, darting her tongue out to moisten her lips. She was eager to skip to the
main event, which worked perfectly with my time crunch.
    I held out my hand and watched her broad smile lift her
features. She put her hand in mine, stood up, and followed me to the back, no
questions asked. Some women made it too easy.
    When I opened the door to the small break room, I found
it empty as usual. She entered the room, looking around while I shut the door
behind us.
    The soft creaminess of her breasts overflowed from the
low-cut dress that hit just under her ass. She was only looking for one thing
dressed like that, and I was more than happy to indulge her.
    She moved toward me, her hands skimming over my tie. “Thanks
for the drink. It was…delicious.” Her soft voice was as fake as her breasts,
but I went with it. I turned the lock on the door and then twirled my finger,
directing her to turn around.
    She did so immediately with an excited giggle. I stepped
behind her, placed my hands on her hips, and walked her forward until her front
was pressed against the wall. She was damn near giddy when I took hold of the
zipper at the base of her neck and slid it down her back in one swift movement,
watching the thin material fall to her feet. No bra—only a black satin thong.
    I leaned into the back of her ear and murmured, “Put your
hands on the wall.”
    Goosebumps flared over her shoulders and down her spine.
I set my coat on the table behind us and pulled a condom from the inside
pocket. Wasting no time on foreplay—which it was obvious she didn’t need—I
undid my belt, popped my fly, and slid the zipper down.
    “I have somewhere to be, so this is going to be fast,” I
told her, sliding the condom onto my growing erection. My eyes focused on the
slight jiggle of her ass as she shivered with anticipation. It was all I needed
to harden fully.
    She peered back over her shoulder, her head bobbing in
approval, lust clouding her dark eyes. “I want it rough,” she demanded. There
was her real voice, strong and clear. She knew what she liked, and I’d make
this enjoyable for us both.
    My lip curled up. “Good.”
    I stood behind her and tugged her panties to the side.
She was ready, all right: soaked.
    Gripping her shoulder, I kicked open her legs, widening
her stance. I slid my hand across her front under the suppleness of her breasts,
cupping the left in my right palm, my thumb caressing her hardening