Free Billionaire Bartender: A Second Chance Romance (The Buckeye Series) by Jo Henley

pulled her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.
    “Let’s forget our exes.” Liz backed up against the brick wall of the building next door to the Buckeye and pulled Oscar into an embrace. “Kiss me to seal the deal.” She peeked her tongue out and bit her lower lip, before giving him a look that would cause a priest to sin.
    He leaned in with a low growl and captured her tantalizing lip between his own and sucked ever so gently.
    “Oh.” A high pitch, barely audible squeal escaped as she tilted her head back.
    “Damn, you’re sexy.” He nibbled along her jawbone, his breath warmed her neck, but still she shivered in his arms.
    He kissed her, warming her with his caress. Their tongues explored again, thrusting in and out, devouring the other. He pulled away for a breath and moved around to bite her earlobe.
    Again she shuddered by his touch and expelled a low back of the throat giggle. “Hmm, mmm.”
    “How hungry are you?” he whispered in her ear.
    “Very,” she moaned, thinking of her hunger for him alone.
    “Then we’d better get going.” Oscar stepped back with a mischievous grin. He took two steps to the corner. “Berto’s,” he said with a fanning flair of his hand.
    The white food shack was no bigger than a backyard shed. On the side, painted in a black script was “Berto’s Mexican Food, Viva la Vida,” live the life in Spanish.
    “Can’t believe you didn’t see this place when you drove in. Guess we need to rework the lighting system.”
    Liz had to have seen the building when she drove around to park, but was too focused on seeing Oscar again to notice. She couldn’t tell him that thoughts of him blinded her of her surroundings. That the very thought of him made whole buildings disappear. No, that would be crazy and would definitely send him running in the other direction.
    “Must be the lights,” she blindly agreed.
    They walked up to the front. Two round picnic tables encircled with benches were empty, waiting for customers. In the front window, a black menu board with changeable white letters spelled out the daily specials.
    “When we order, do that giggly thing and Armando, might give you free guacamole.”
    “Do I giggle?”
    Oscar nibbled her ear and Liz released the same low back of the throat giggle. “Hmm mmm. Oh, that noise.” She shook off the arousal, surging in her veins. “No, that’s for you only.”
    “Oscar. Amigo.” Armando opened the sliding service window. “The usual? No drinks,” Armando asked.
    “Si. The usual and whatever the lady wants,” Oscar answered, stepping to the side, but keeping his palm on Liz’s lower back.
    “Soft tacos are fine.”
    As Liz answered, Armando reached out and took her hand. “¿Quién es la chica bonita? ¿Está ella sola?” He leaned further out to kiss her hand.
    Oscar pulled Liz back and looped her arm around his. “Not single. She’s with me.”
    “Lo siento, I have to ask. She is muy bonita .”
    “Very beautiful.” Oscar nuzzled her neck and kissed behind her ear.
    Liz closed her eyes, fighting the urge to giggle.
    “Bueno for you, Oscar.” Armando retreated into the food shack. He spoke in Spanish to another employee, who promptly got busy preparing their order.
    “Marking me with a kiss? So alpha. So dangerous,” she whispered to Oscar.
    “Don’t want to take any chances. Armando’s married, but a real ladies man.”
    Their suggestive banter continued for the short time it took the two men to prepare their food. All the time Liz was wishing more and more that Chris hadn’t postponed, so she would be free to make her own decisions for the outcome of the evening.
    “I put in some guacamole for you. You will like it. I made it special for you,” Armando said, handing out several bags. “Señorita, you will return, when you are not so—attached. Si?”
    “She’ll be back,” Oscar reassured him.
    “Muchas Gracias,” Liz said, with a wave. “This smells delicious. Thank you.”
    “And