His hand moves to my neck, fingers threading into my hair as he tilts my head back to where he wants me. I open my mouth just as he wraps his lips around the bottle of bourbon. He drinks from it, shifts over my waiting mouth, and then spits. He doesn’t let me savor it. He barely lets me swallow before his lips capture mine again. The bourbon dribbles down the sides of my mouth as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, gasping when he pulls me up onto the bar top and my ass settles on the cool, dark oak. He rakes his fingers down my back, pulling me toward the edge of the bar as I run my
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