I smile and kiss him hard. His hands move to my waist, positioning me right over him and slowly, I lower myself on to him.

“Fuck,” he growls, grabbing my face and refusing to let our lips part.

I grind my hips, his meeting mine thrust for thrust. Each movement is perfect, rough, and when he stills my body, I try my hardest to continue. I pull my lips from his to look him in the eye.

“Don’t move,” he breathes. “Just stay right there.”

I do as I’m told and in seconds, Ethan is ramming his hips up harder and faster. My head falls back as I let out sounds I didn’t know I could make.

Two more thrusts and we both fall into a bliss I never knew existed. From this moment on, I have a feeling Ethan is about to show me a lot of things I didn’t know.

Ethan

We’re still lying on the pool table after our bodies relax. I have Kelsey firmly secured in my arms. I hadn’t planned this. Liar. Alright, so it was a possibility in the back of my mind, but I didn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to do.

Bringing Abby here tonight was a mistake, but I’m not upset with the way the evening turned out. Had I not messed up and then turned so desperate I couldn’t wait to see Kelsey again, I wouldn’t be here right now.

I pull Kelsey’s body closer to mine, her back to my front, and I trail soft kisses across her shoulders. I spot three freckles just under her left ear and I kiss each of them. Ever since our first kiss, I knew there was something between us that I would never find with someone else. We might have only been teenagers, but when you know, you know. I ruined it then, but I’m not going to ruin it now. I’m going to tell her everything. I just need to find the right time to do it.

“We should probably get dressed,” Kelsey suggests, but I don’t want to move.

“Let’s just lay here a while longer,” I tell her and she laughs as I pinch her sides playfully.

“Ethan, anyone could walk by the windows and see us if they look close enough. I don’t feel like giving a free show.”

I hadn’t thought of that. I don’t want anyone to see what’s mine. I quickly move off the table, pulling Kelsey with me, and then I stand between her and the window as she gets dressed.

“Hmmm, I’d say by the way you’re watching me, I should probably keep my clothes off,” she teases as she pulls on her shirt and stands in front of me fully clothed.

My body reacts to her words. She’s right. I’m ready to do it all over again. She bends down to grab my boxers and jeans then tosses them to me with a big smile on her face.

“If you help me finish closing this place down, we could go back your place, maybe watch a movie,” she says, already pushing chairs into the tables. I observe her perfect body from the backside as she walks away.

I better not screw this up.

Chapter Eighteen

Kelsey

There’s no easy way to say it. I, Kelsey Brian, am that girl, that girl who sleeps with her boss. Oh. My. God. I can’t stop thinking about last night. I’ll never be able to look at the pool table the same again, or the whole bar for that matter.

That’s not even the worst part. The worst part is I went back to his house to do it again. And I want it even more now than I did last night. Not in the bar of course. Although, I don’t think I would object to it if the situation were right. I mean, who doesn’t enjoy a little excitement from a place where you could get caught? Oh shit. What if someone actually did see us through the window?

“Kelsey, dude…you’re freaking me out.”

I blink myself back to the present at the sound of Logan’s voice. He’s standing right in front of me with his hands on my shoulders and he’s squatting down to meet me at eye level.

“Huh?”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, and you were focused on the pool table like you were trying to make it float or something,” he says, removing his hands and waving them in the air. “All you needed was the snap of your fingers or a wand or some shit.”

He takes a step back, shaking his head as he laughs.

“Man, would I love to know what’s going on it that head of yours.”

No. No you would not.

I let out a deep breath and turn around to fill a couple of beer buckets with ice.

“It wasn’t anything important.”

“Yeah, okay,” he says with disbelief.

“Hey, Kelsey, do you have those beers ready? My table is getting antsy,” Beth says as she pretty much bounces her way to the end of the bar. She bats her eyelashes at Logan.

“Hey, Logan,” she says in a flirty tone. He looks at me then glances at Beth.

“How’s it going, Beth?” I know him well enough to know he is just trying to be polite, but that he also doesn’t really want to talk to her. It’s the tone he uses when he isn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. He’s been in a bad mood ever since he got off the phone with Sara earlier today.

“It’s going,” she says. “Are you working late tonight?”

Logan lets out a long sigh. He looks up at the same time Abby appears.

“Hey, Logan.” She smiles flirtatiously. “Want to get a drink after work tonight?”

Well, this just got awkward and interesting. I set Beth’s beer bucket on the counter and then lean my hip against it and cross my arms as I watch.

“Uhhh,”

“Shit, Ethan’s here,” Beth announces, cutting Logan off before he can say anything.

Ethan in blue jeans and a button-down shirt will never get old. There is an unfamiliar smile on his face as he comes down the steps. His grin grows bigger when his eyes land on me. I can feel my cheeks beginning to heat up.

“Crap! He sees us,” Abby whines and both she and Beth quickly scatter from the bar.

“Well, that’s one way to solve my problem. Guess Ethan is good for something after all.” Logan laughs and strolls to the other end of the bar as a couple of customers pull up a stool. I give him a look that I intend to scream “no, don’t leave me alone” as he walks away, but he shrugs his shoulders and nods his head in Ethan’s direction.

The whole place feels like a sauna and I’m convinced someone keeps turning up the heat. Ethan walks past the pool table, running his fingers along the felt. Flashes of last night cloud my mind. I focus on my breathing, and by the time Ethan reaches me, I think I’ve pulled it together.

“Hey, Kelsey,” he says in a tone I haven’t heard before. He sounds — calm, happy maybe. It relaxes and excites me all at the same time. I grab a towel to wipe the counter between us.

“Hey, Ethan.” I can’t even look at him without getting images of last night. This isn’t good at all. He starts to drum his fingers against the bar top, and as I steal a quick glance I notice they are shaking slightly. How could he be nervous after last night? He sure wasn’t nervous then. His hands didn’t shake when he touched me, while they explored every inch of my body.

“Look … I ... ugh,” he whispers. “I wanted to … um…” As he tries to find his words, he is staring down at his left hand and the right is behind his neck. “Last night was …”

Oh my god, if he finishes that sentence with the word mistake, I could possibly lose my job when I lunge my body over this counter and kill him.

“Well I…I was hoping I could take you on a date.”

That is not what I was expecting. His gaze rises and I stare into his bright green eyes. There’s a different sparkle to them,

“A date?” I repeat.

“Yeah, I know it’s a little backward considering our track record, but I want to take you out. Last night was…perfect.” He sounds more confident this time.

“What happened last night?” Logan asks and I jump when I realize how close he’s standing. Does this guy ever work, or is he always lingering—and how much did he hear?

“Nothing,” I answer automatically before stepping around Logan to attend the customers at the other end of the bar. It’s Saturday and the night is starting slow. I ask the three people seated in stools if they need anything, but they kindly decline. So much for that distraction.