Caroline Frost had it all-until her boyfriend banged the superskank intern, and poof! Caroline's happy little bubble disappeared. Now it's been six weeks of weeping, a mountain of ice cream, and a permanent buttprint on the couch. Enough is enough. She and her ladybits need an intervention-now.
Enter Operation: One Night Stand: Find a man who is hotness personified and have some much-needed sexy time. The only problem is that Caroline is torn between a flirtatious, well-built guy and the ridiculously hot bartender serving her shots. This was supposed to be all fun and no games, but like the perfect scotch on the rocks, no good fling finishes without a twist . .
“So,
need something to drink?” he asked Melody. I noticed she noticed him. I frowned
a bit at the thought of her thoughts infringing upon the perverted scenes that
ran through my head but I had to remind myself, yet again, that Brian wasn’t
the target.
“Sure. What do you recommend?”
Melody leaned in and purred the question like she always did. I swear to God
that girl was sex in heels.
“Body shots.”
“Say what?” I, again, attempted to
sit up and once again, Bartender Brian placed his hand on my shoulder and
Melody clapped.
“Let me demonstrate.”
I felt like my eyes were going to
roll into the back of head as I watched him pour a shot of tequila. With a shot
in one hand and a saltshaker in the other, he leaned down and licked my neck.
As he did, my eyes fluttered closed and I moaned.
Yes.
Moaned.
I heard him chuckle quietly.
I wanted nothing more than the floor
to swallow me.
Before I knew it he shook the salt
onto my neck and leaned back down. Instead of merely licking the salt off, he
added lips and teeth and oh my God.
I gasped so hard for air I swore I
was drowning. Then he placed a lemon wedge on my lips.
This
shit doesn’t happen to me. Ever.
I didn’t see him take the shot but I
heard the shot glass hit the bar top.
I held my breath and waited as he
raked his fingers through my hair, then he bit around the lemon wedge, scraping
his teeth on my lips. He must’ve bit the lemon because drops of juice and
tequila fell onto my mouth. He used his lips and tongue to clean it up.
“That was fucking hot!” Melody
clapped her hands.
“Thanks. I not only serve the
drinks, I use them as entertainment.” With one hand in front of him and one
behind, he bowed. Fucking bowed. I was a lick away from orgasm and he’s
accepting applause.
Fuck.
“A little help here.” I was not able
to sit upright. Melody grabbed my hands and pulled me up.
I whipped my head around. Bartender
Brian was across the way chatting up a group of guys who were with my target. A
few people sitting next to me at the bar clapped as I came to my senses. A loud
chorus of cheers had me ducking my head to avoid the attention.
“What the hell was that?” Sarah
asked, laughing.
“What?”
“Look at you making out with the
bartender! Looks like someone jumped off the celibate carousel.”
“I did not! I was not making out
with the bartender. He was just, he was just—” I looked to Melody for an
answer.
“Don’t look at me. Bartender Boy is
hot! I say you focus on him!”
I grabbed my purse and hopped off
the barstool.
“No. I made a deal and I picked my
target. You’ll see. I’m going to win this bet!”
“Caroline!”
Turning around, Bartender Brian
smiled as he slid another drink my way. “Pink Panty Dropper.”
“What!” How did he know what color my underwear was?
Christine Hughes is a former middle school English teacher from New Jersey. Her first novel Torn, a YA paranormal, was named a 2012 Hollywood Book Festival Finalist and a 2012 RONE Awards finalist and has been released by Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing, as has its sequel, Darkness Betrayed. Her stand-alone NA romance, Three Days of Rain, was a finalist at the 2013 Paris Book Festival and also has a home with CHBB.
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