The relaxed smile on Devin’s face faded. “Europe.”
“Gee, how awful.” I quipped. Only a rich person could feel put out by having to go to Europe.
He shook his head. “My parents think it’s time for me to grow up. I’m being sent there to learn the family business. My gap year after finishing my MBA is over. Time to enter the real world.”
“So, your family business is in Europe?”
He nodded. “Here, Dublin, London, Paris…” He shook his head. “The purpose of tonight is to not have to think about it.” He downed his drink.
Not wanting to ruin his fun, I didn’t ask him more about it.
Around ten, at the fifth bar, Kim and Todd disappeared.
“Your friend dumped you,” Devin said as we each nursed a Guinness.
“I don’t mind. She’s into him.”
“Who are you into?” Devin had to yell over the music and people even though I was just a few feet from him.
“No one.” Well, that wasn’t true. Three hours and twice as many drinks, and I was well into him.
“Why not?”
I shrugged. “No one is into me either.”
“Fucking waste.”
I quirked a brow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean you’re funny and pretty. It’s a waste that you’re not into someone.”
“You’ve got your booze goggles on.”
He frowned. “It’s not that. Why would you think that?”
I sighed, not wanting to go into my love life or lack thereof. Better to focus on him. “Is Lauren or Evie wondering where you are?”
He scoffed. “They’re probably pissed, but the best they could come up with was annoyance.”
I had no idea what he meant.
“The people in my world don’t like to show emotion except annoyance. No passion. No rage. No laughing…not that free and open kind anyway.”
“Sounds miserable. With all that money, you’d think they could afford to be happy.”
He laughed. “You’d think.”
“So, what makes people like you happy?”
“I’m happy now.” He held up his drink and I clicked my glass to his.
“Your girlfriend is probably missing you though.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend. Not technically, anyway.”
What did that mean?
He leaned forward. “Is your friend going to meet us again at the next place or has she committed the rest of the night to the guy?”
“I’m pretty sure she’s committed the rest of the night.”
“At least someone is getting laid.” He held up his glass again.
“To getting laid.” I clicked my glass to his.
He studied me. “When was the last time you got laid?”
Had I not been filled with booze, I’d probably have been coy with my answer, but as it was, I was feeling loose. “Never.”
He sat back with his jaw hanging down. Then he shook his head. “I’m sorry, did you say, never? You’ve never fucked?”
I swallowed as I realized what I’d revealed. I looked down, feeling embarrassed. “No.”
His hand covered mine. “Don’t feel embarrassed. Are you waiting for marriage or something?”
“I’m not waiting. I just haven’t had the right opportunity.”
He scoffed as he sat back again. “I know that’s bullshit.”
I stared at him. “Why would you say that?”
“I’d fuck you in a minute. Most of the men in this bar would too. You’ve had opportunities.”
I looked at him and then around the bar wondering what men he meant. I hadn’t felt like I’d had any opportunities. Then again, the few men that might have wanted me didn’t do anything for me. I hadn’t wanted them.
“Don’t you think you’ll like it?” he asked.
“I suspect I would,” I said. The situation was a bit surreal. Was I really talking to him about my virginity?
He leaned forward with a glint in his eyes. “Do you touch yourself?”
Shocked, I could only gape.
“No shame in it. I do it all the time.” He made a wanking gesture. “But the real thing is better. You should try it sometime.”
“Maybe I will.” I managed.
He finished his drink and stared at me.
“What?” I asked, shifting under his gaze. His green eyes were glassy and yet I could see the wheels turning in his head.
“I’ll fuck you.”
“Gee thanks. So, kind of you to make the sacrifice.” All of a sudden, I was feeling humiliated and ready to go home and hide under my covers.
“No.” His hand was on mine. “Not like that. Shit, I’m sorry.” He shook his head like he was trying to clear it. “It’s not a pity fuck I’m offering.” He scooted his chair closer to me and put my hand over his zipper. His dick was full underneath it. “I’m genuinely wanting to fuck you. If you wanted. I could teach you.”
I looked into his green eyes as warmth spread through my body. My hormones chanted, “Yes, yes, yes,” but even with all the booze, my common sense warned that it might not be a good idea.
His hand went to my cheek. “I’ve been dying to kiss you since lunch.”
What? “Are you toying with me? Is this some sort of game or a bet?”
He smiled. “You watch too many teen movies. No. I’m not toying with you and there’s no bet. I like you.” He leaned closer, his lips a whisper away from mine.
Like a magnet, I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips to his. Fire ignited in my blood at the taste of him.
He moaned, slanted his head and parted his lips. I moved in sync, letting his tongue in. It was hot against mine.
His hand pressed mine against his dick. “See how bad I want you?” He murmured against my lips. “If you want to turn in your v-card, I can help.”
By now, my pussy was throbbing and I didn’t feel like I had a choice. He was the only one to soothe the ache in my body.
That’s how, twenty minutes later, we were in a fancy hotel room planning to do the deed.
“How often have you done this?” I asked as he poured champagne.
“Fucked? Or fucked a woman I’d just
