Page 52 of Never Stop

“Yes. They’re tinted, and when the lights are dimmed, you can’t see in.”

She chuckled and leaned her head against my chest. “Are you trying to get in my pants?”

My hand slipped down her body, skimming up her thigh and under her skirt. “You’re not wearing any.” I felt her stiffen as my hand inched closer and closer to where I was seeking. The moment my finger brushed between her thighs, she hissed in a breath.

“You’re correct, Boss Man.” She spread her legs, urging me.

My finger slid against her. “Speaking of, what’s up with you wanting an application?”

She moaned, my thumb brushing her clit as my finger sought her heat. “You want to talk about that now?”

“I want to know if that was for real.” I kissed the side of her neck and added another finger to the mix.

“It was… real,” she whimpered.

“And why do you want one?”

“I, ahh… I need a job,” she said, panting.

“What about finding a job in a law firm?” I was curious why she didn’t want to return to her previous profession.

She tilted her head, allowing me to trail a line of warm kisses along her neck. “I thought,” she paused for a moment. “You know, it’s hard to concentrate.”

I grinned against the skin on her neck. “Try.”

She took a breath. “I thought I could work here while… I… um, figure everything out about getting my certificate in New York. Each state…” she paused again, “has their own certification process—almost like being a lawyer, but I don’t have to take the bar exam.”

“I see.” My fingers were soaked inside her, and I knew if I kept it up, she’d come mid-conversation.

“Do you not want me to work here?” She thrust her hips forward, wanting my fingers deeper.

Did I want Brooke working at Halo? I wanted to cut my hours to be with her, and now she wanted to work with me. I wasn’t sure what I wanted.

“You know,” she continued, “if I work here, then we can do more of this.” Her hand reached up and hooked the back of my nape. Her fingers lightly played with the hair on my neck, sending a chill of pleasure through my body and her hips rocked in sync with my fingers.

“Yeah, but if we were both home, then I could be doing this to you in our bed.” My dick strained against my jeans as I pictured both scenarios in my head.

“I could work part-time then. I want to help… contribute and also pay for our… wedding.”

My hand stilled inside her. “You’re right. We need to talk about this later.” I didn’t want to fight her on the fact I didn’t want her to pay for our wedding.Iwanted to pay.

She chuckled. “Told you so.” I removed my hand, and she started to protest. “Don’t—”

I cut her off. “Get on top of the bar.”

She smirked at me over her shoulder.

“You want to be fucked on the bar.” I nodded toward the wood top, stating the fact.

“Thatiswhy I came tonight.” She stood, and I grabbed her hips, spinning her and setting her on the bar. “Have you ever done this before?” she asked, looking down at the dark wood then back to me.

I tilted my head a little to the side, furrowing my brows as we stared at each other. “What?”

“Have you ever fucked a chick on this bar before?”

I blinked at her. “No.”

“Any bar?” She smiled.