CHAPTER 39
NAOMIJax grabbed my hand, pulled me off of my stool, and made me sit on his lap. “Regret?” he whispered in my ear. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me even closer. His fingers slid against the waistband of my skirt, and then he stretched his hand across the front of me. “Do I regret being able to play with you anytime that I want to?”
I grabbed his wrist lightly. “Jax, I’m being serious.”
He smirked against my neck, moving his fingers on my skirt and rubbing my p***y. “I am too.” He slipped his hand into my skirt and pushed two fingers against my clit. “Not wearing panties again for me?” He chuckled in my ear.
“We’re in the middle of a bar,” I whispered to him.
“We are,” he said, fingers moving against me. “And you’re wet.”
The bartender nodded to us, noticing ou
