18
Jameson
“Are you sure we really need to go?” I ask, plucking at the hem of Emma’s clingy black dress. I’m sprawled on her bed, dressed in an expensive suit. “We could just stay in this bed, you know.”
She looks down at me, grinning as she puts in a diamond earring. “It’s your fancy Bartender’s Guild thing that we’re going to! You definitely have to go. Besides, you promised that we could go together, to test out… you know, being out together.”
I reach up and grab her, pulling her on top of me. I put my lips to her ear, shaping her hips through her dress. “I can think of ten things I would rather be doing.”
For a second, she allows it. She puts her hands on my chest as I nibble on her earlobe, making a few breathy sounds.
“Mmmm,” she says. “You are terrible.”
I skim my hand up ben
