I look down to see him unzip his dress pants. “He might, but I’m not. Pull up your skirt.” My mouth drops open. If anyone heard him, I’ll be mortified, but thankfully, everyone around us seems preoccupied by the game highlights on the big screen. His hand covers mine and he brings it to his lap, under the table. His dick is out, and he’s hard. Holy shit. My fingers explore his ladder, enjoying the way his piercings feel.
This is in middle of being at a bar.
