My tongue slid between her lips, and she let me in. Fuck. I groaned as her thighs squeezed around my sides and her cold hand slid around my throat. I started to move past her waist but remembered where we were. Don’t touch the fucking patrons. And definitely don’t make out with them, fucking idiot. It killed me to even think about it, let alone will it, but I pushed our kiss apart. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered.
