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

scent, she smelled a hint of expensive conditioner, but mostly she smelled beer from the bar. He smelled like his shirt she’d been sleeping in, he smelled like she wanted him to.
    Nibbling on his ear, her efforts were rewarded with a gasp of desire from him. He moved his hand between her thighs and thumbed to find her special spot to tickle. Before he could reach it, she flexed tight to stop him.
    “Too fast?”
    “No. We’re being watched,” she whispered. Her eyes focused on the farthest, darkest   back corner of the bar. She could barely make out a shadow outline of a man, sitting alone on a barstool, and he was strangely staring at them.
    “Don’t mind Bob. Besides, there’s four other sets of eyes enjoying this too.”
    Liz pulled away. It was true, Mitch and the trio at the pool table had finished their snack. Whether it was curiosity or hormones, that made them watch, it didn’t matter. The show was over. Liz sat back and folded her arms across her chest.
    “You are in public,” Mitch said, making a dumb face and cocking his head to the side.
    He was right, she had started this and opened herself up to being watched. But Oscar turned on her buttons and the world around her had simply faded away. Just like it did the first moment she saw him walk into the bar. If this was going to be how it was, Liz was going to have to stop seeing him in public places. Or at least distract her desires with activities a little more innocent.
    “Let’s dance,” she said, eyeing the music machine. It was red and much like the table top game system she’d played a game on with Oscar. This machine was mounted to the wall and was lit up with song titles scrolling past on the screen.
    “Or we could close up and send these boys home,” Oscar said, his hand still on her knee.
    “Not yet. Give me a dollar.”
    “You sure?” He wandered his grasp, caressing up her thigh.
    “One for the music.” She stood and held her hand out, palm up.
    He sighed at the sudden withdrawal of her body away from his. Standing too, he slid up against her, wrapped his arms around to her ass and squeezed. “One dance your way, then we leave and dance my way.”
    “Oooh, such a negotiator.” She bent her pelvis forward. “I’ll think about it.” Wiggling her arm out, she positioned her palm up just below his jawline. He kissed it first, then stepped back to fish out the requested cash.
    His wallet was leather and slim. From what she could see it contained two cards and a few bills in the center slit. Not much to it. Even his wallet is ordinary. I almost felt guilty about asking for money from him. Hmm, She realized this was the first he’d pulled his wallet out. He didn’t pay for dinner. He can afford to pay a dollar for a dance then.

Chapter Sixteen

    Liz picked the song and the music escaped through the speakers in the bar. If it had been used on her first visit the crowd was too loud to hear the music. Tonight it was quiet and the melody filled the space.
    She laced her arms around Oscar’s neck and eased him out into an open place to dance. Their hips swayed, feeling the rhythm of the music and the movement of their partner. She kept her arms locked over his shoulders and he held her tight around the waist. Their surroundings faded and with it, the audience of men watching them. This show she could handle putting on.
    Foreheads joined, eyes closed, noses grazed, they inhaled the other’s air, and lost themselves in the bubble of their intertwined bodies. Swaying and being was all they cared about as the notes to the song filled the bar. Who sang the lyrics was as irrelevant as the meaning behind them. The beat of the music pumped up through the floor and reverberated through the lovers, seducing them to give in to each other.
    Each step was a love affair and when the song ended they continued to stay in the trance of their closeness. The beating of their hearts was all the music they needed.
    “Oh hell no!” An outburst from the