SOME NIGHTS
by J.L. Lora
Publication Date: September 25, 2018
Genres: Adult, Erotic, Contemporary, Standalone, Romance
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SYNOPSIS:
Saona is truthful but she’s been lied to.
Saona plays by the rules but she’s been cheated on.
Saona puts others first but she’s been used.
It all stops the day she finds out. It all stops when she sheds the good girl vibe that’s been dragging her down like a stone. It all stops when she takes a shot of what she’s been missing, at the hands of a hot bartender named Jax.
Saona’s ready to step out on the ledge and breathe the wild air.
Excerpt:
JaxIf this doesn't fuck it all to hell.
Saona's apple-bottomed form disappears inside the elevator. She came out of the stairwell about two hours ago and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. She’s all beautiful curves in a tight pencil skirt. This time her steps are sure and determined—to get away from me—unlike the way she stumbled out, like she had nowhere to be but needed to get there fast.
How the hell do you tell someone you want him tonight, invite him to your room, and just disappear when his head is turned around?
"Jax?" Cathy, the annoying customer with her weird streaks and cartoon lashes, calls me again.
I bite back a sigh and head toward her. I can't paste a smile on my face, not when my thoughts are on the woman who just left and whom my cock is straining to go after like a bloodhound.
"Can we get another round?" she asks.
I force the smile now. I’m still working for tips. "It's the last one, ladies. We close in an hour."
"I bet you know lots of other bars that stay open past midnight." She maneuvers those lashes almost to the middle of her forehead and down, in a slow way that tells me her plans don't just include bar-hopping but hopping on me too. Her two friends are cackling like cartoon hyenas.
Pass.
"Baltimore stays open ’til two a.m. I can have the concierge recommend another spot for you." I turn around and start collecting the other cups and wiping the counters.
You. I want you.
The words keep playing in my head and I'm still shocked by them. I'd never have thought that woman would be the one to invite me to her room. The trio behind me? Definitely. But not Saona.
I’d been eyeing her all night. Maybe because she’s dressed like the boss in the office porn I watched last week. And when I moved to the end of the bar where she'd sat and she stared at me with the hungriest eyes I have ever seen, images had crossed my mind.
Just like in the porn, I pictured bending her over one of the bar chairs, but she'd shattered all that with her icy, I'm-better-than-you tone. I had been ready to give her my polite fuck-off treatment. But she'd undone me again with her cute but fumbling apology.
She'd touched my hand and I’d had to look at it, while reminding myself she was a customer, so I could stop staring at the damned black birthmark on her bottom lip…or imagining the head of my cock disappearing inside her mouth.
I don't usually go for women like her but I'd have to be blind or dead not to notice how fucking sexy she is, with her rounded and squeezable ass. The hint of her breasts through her silk blouse teased me for two hours. Her tits had to be rounded, perfect handfuls.
I'm a bartender. Women come on to us a lot and sometimes picturing scenarios is how we make choices. I try not to fuck the clientele, because I like working here and can find a willing body elsewhere. I wouldn't risk my job for a one-night stand.
Tonight, though...I'm pretty close to breaking that rule. My dick is pushing on my pants, urging me to go after her. After the days I've had—it’s not every day you find your ex got knocked-up by the guy she left you for—my dick and I deserve something special. She’s not a barfly who can't stop staring at my crotch and will probably mark me with her talon nails. No, we want the expensive looking woman with the sad eyes and sexy mouth.
I want those long fingers wrapped around my cock and my hands full of her ass.
The way she'd blushed when I asked what she thought I did, I would have pictured her as one of those women who never said aloud what she wanted. Maybe that she was a little repressed.
But her clothes and tone had been downright chilly at first. Was she the boss wherever she worked?
Jesus, stop fantasizing about her.
The bar is about to close and what I should do is go home. If I get caught in the rooms upstairs, I will be reported and fired. I do not need to get fired and ruin my reputation. The high-end bars in Baltimore feed each other on the good employee details. If you get fired by one, you get blackballed in all the others.
I just bought an old house that needs lots of work and my day job is not enough. I’m getting too old to go back to working the drunken routes of Fells Points or Federal Hill. I'm in no hurry to be cleaning barf or getting harassed by annoying clients that don't know when to stop. If she had stayed, I’d suggested we meet somewhere else but here it’s impossible.
The decision is clear. I apologize to my dick and I go on with my shift.
I serve the last of the clients, clean the glasses, and put everything away. Cathy and the laughing hyenas send a too-bad look my way and leave. Their tip is good, though. I finish the inventory and stare at the log but make no moves.
Fuck fuck fuck. I need to go home. Instead, I shoot a message to Juan, the concierge. I need a favor.
He's standing by the reception desk and flips a palm.
I need to get upstairs. I text him.
Man…come on. His gaze is lasers across the way.
I'll owe you. Big.
He shakes his head but texts, Yes, you will. Come meet me at the service elevator. You can deliver something up to room six-twenty and then do whatever.
ABOUT J.L. LORA
J. L. Lora is a Dominican-American author. Her stories explore the dark side of good characters, people living in the gray areas of life while playing the cards life has dealt them. She loves strong heroines and their equally powerful Men. She currently lives in Maryland, pursuing her dream of writing compelling, sexy, can’t-put-down stories about empowered, badass alpha heroines and take-your-breath-away alpha heroes
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