The bronze color of her stomach peeked out of her shit, and the sparkling belly button stud flashed in the neon lights.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. My shyness was slowly filling my body.

She let out a soft laugh that was the sound angel’s must make. “It’s okay. It was my fault; I shouldn’t have been letting all my attention go to those girls down there…” She licked her lips again and her hand came and rested on the bar, the tension was suddenly electric between the both of us. “ I could tell that they where a waste of time.”

My smile curved a little more upward, the many different thoughts racing through my head hid away any kind of depressing emotion. The only thing on my mind was my sudden arousal.

Her voice had a mixture of raspy and huskiness that brought shivers down my back. She was like raw lemons and honey…so [b]fucking[/b] good.

She pulled the sunglasses so that they were holding her hair back on the top of her head. They reveled whiskey colored eyes that made me immediately want to get drunk looking at them. All thoughts of any kind of drinks that wasn’t her were completely oblivious to me now. She had a since of life vibrating off of her, a since of untamedness and sexuality. She was different then what I knew, but also similar. She made me grin immediately and that made her something worth my thoughts.

I got enough confidence to go through my body, “Hello, I’m Spencer Hun…Carlin.”

She chuckled and smiled brightly, her eyes was gazing over my body. “Hi, I’m Ashley Davies.”

My grin only got larger and my stomach was filled with anxiety and nerves. I tried to not let it phase me as I moved as closer to her as possible, as much as this bar would let me.

There was a certain electricity that pulled me to her, that wanted us to closer than we could imagine. All thoughts of my wife, lying comatose in the hospital unconsciously left my head. All I could see was [i]her[/i].

She spoke again, voice silky and seductive. “I usually don’t ask this to someone I just literally met…but would you like to get out of here?”

My heart stopped.

“My shift is over in seven minutes…”

My thoughts were filled with every kind of way I could take her.

“I just….”

“Yes.”

She smiled crookedly. “Good.”

[b] It felt right. [/b]

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Okay, what do you think? Any suggestions? I am thinking of taking all Spencer’s inhibitions away this night…if you catch my drift

Oh, and the song Duck Tape inspired a lot of this. I should have a playlist up with this and some bonuses if you would like. Just request and I will grant your wishes.

Love!