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  One Night in A Bar

  ISBN # 978-1-78184-027-6

  ©Copyright Louisa Masters 2012

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright June 2012

  Edited by Sue Meadows

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2012 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Total-e-burning and a sexometer of 2.

  This story contains 51 pages, additionally there is also a free excerpt at the end of the book containing 10 pages.

  ONE NIGHT IN A BAR

  Louisa Masters

  Ever had a one-night stand who didn’t want to go away? What happens when your one-nighter comes back into your life…?

  Karen comes home unexpectedly to find her boyfriend cheating on her with her (male) boss, and another man. Can she really be blamed for pulling out the Mace when they invite her to join in?

  She mourns the loss of her job at a bar, gets a little tipsy…and, somehow, ends up having sex in an alley with tall, dark and sexy Daniel. Something she’s never done before. Good thing they’ll never see each other again, right?

  Wrong!

  One month into a new job, she lands a fabulous new client, world-renowned sculptor Crogan. Except, Daniel Crogan turns out to be her one-hour stand. And professionalism is the last thing on his mind.

  What’s a girl to do in this situation? Should she insist on a working relationship only, or give in to the demands of her body? And what happens when Daniel wants to sculpt her…in the nude?

  Dedication

  Jon and Mala,

  Your relationship is truly an inspiration.

  Thank you so much for your support—I love you both more than I can say.

  Your Lily xxx

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Mace: Mace Security International

  Chapter One

  His body was hard against hers, his hands trailing fire as they slid down her back and settled low on her hips. Karen stroked her fingers up the nape of his neck, twining them through the silky strands of his dark hair. She’d never really understood what dirty dancing was. Her stomach flipped somersaults, and, lower, her pussy clenched in anticipation.

  She licked her lips, tipping her face up to his. His heavy-lidded eyes burned hot as he lowered his head. He kissed her, lips soft, goatee brushing the skin around her mouth as tingles ran down her spine. His mouth opened and his tongue traced over her lips and suddenly she was no longer thinking about anything—there was only heat and sensation and sex. His dick was hard and pulsing against her pelvis and she pressed against it, undulating. His grip tightened on her hips and he ground into her, making her knees weak.

  By the time he lifted his head, she was putty. His dark, dark gaze roamed over her face, sending fire through her body, and her pussy wept over his sexy smile.

  “Do you want to go for a walk?” His gravel and whisky voice sent shivers down her spine. “Maybe find somewhere more private?”

  She jerked her head in a nod. She leaned into him as they threaded through the other couples on the dance floor. He paused at the edge, slid an arm around her and glanced around the room.

  “This way.” He guided her towards the short corridor that led to the bathrooms, stopping at a door marked ‘Exit’. He pushed the metal bar and seconds later they were in an alley. His mouth descended on hers as he backed her against the wall. She struggled to get him closer.

  “Daniel,” she gasped, grinding her pelvis against him, “hurry up!”

  He choked out a laugh as he yanked her top down, exposing her breasts. She moaned as the silky hair on his face brushed her sensitive skin, and yelped when he grazed his teeth over her nipple. He laved her with his tongue and settled in with a strong, womb-tugging suckling. She let her head fall back against the wall. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she’d have a bruise later, but she didn’t care. She fisted her hands in his hair and enjoyed the sensations he stirred in her.

  He switched from one breast to the other, allowing cool night air to touch her damp, newly exposed nipple. “Urngh!” Combined with the hot, wet pull of his mouth at her other breast, the sensation had her inner muscles clamping down desperately. Grabbing his shoulders, she pushed her pelvis into his and wrapped her leg awkwardly around him, needing the pressure of his cock against her pussy. He broke away from her breast and ran his hands down her sides, over her hips, removing her leg from his body despite her noises of protest. When he knelt before her, she shut up. Is he going to…? He lifted her skirt and yanked at her panties. She pumped her hips, cream sliding from her in anticipation. She’d only ever been eaten out once, and she’d loved it.

  Daniel’s hot hands grasped her hips, and he laved her navel, causing her stomach muscles to spasm wildly. He licked his way down her abdomen, and she shivered as his breath fanned across her skin. He paused.

  “Daniel!” The groan tore from her throat. He tipped his head back and his dark eyes met hers, just visible in the gloom of the alley.

  “Patience, Karen.” The rasp of his voice had an amused edge. If she hadn’t been so desperate for his mouth, she could have strangled him.

  Then his hand was on her thigh, opening, lifting her leg onto his shoulder, and his mouth was there, hot, wet, open, dragging over her clit, his tongue stroking tantalisingly. She knotted her hands in his hair, yanking him harder against her as he lapped at her. The combination of his tongue, his teeth and the silky texture of his goatee sent her wild, a keening sound bursting from her lips before she could help herself. Her hips bucked uncontrollably in his grasp. He licked a path up her slit, and this time his fingers followed, teasing their way towards her cunt, then sliding smoothly inside. Her inner muscles, until now, starved for attention, instantly clenched and spasmed around him as he continued to lavish attention on her with his mouth.

  Then he was gone, leaving her bereft and panting, desperate for fulfilment. “Daniel…?”

  “I’m here.” She heard rustling. Forcing her eyes to focus, she made out his form, moving in the dim light.

  “Come back here.” It was unquestionably a demand and his chuckle only inflamed her more.

  “Just a second, babe. Gotta take care of things.” Then he was back, pressing her into the cold concrete. He placed a hand on her ass and forced her hips to tilt upwards and he slid into her. Her thick cream made it easy, even as her muscles clenched around him, gripping him tight.

  They moaned in unison, a long, drawn out sound. For moment they stayed still, hard up against the wall. Then Daniel shifted,
moving inside her, and her pussy clamped down. They slammed together, Daniel ramming his body into her. His shirt rubbed against her nipples with amazing friction. She was out of control now, her cunt violently gripping his dick, making every stroke delicious agony. Every muscle in her body was tight. Her hips pistoned and she screamed as she exploded into a million pieces.

  Distantly, she could feel Daniel still pumping inside her, driving her higher, denying her body full release, pushing her harder, until she came again. Her shout of fulfilment was joined by Daniel’s as he sagged against her, pinning them both against the wall.

  She washed her hands, still floating in the aftermath of orgasm and alcohol. Behind her, the bathroom door banged open and Mandy burst in.

  “There you are! I’ve been looking for you. Come on, we have to get moving. It’s after one and I’ve got work tomorrow.” She grabbed Karen’s hand and towed her out into the main bar. Karen barely had time to wave goodbye to everyone before they were outside and Mandy was buckling her into the car.

  She hummed tunelessly to herself as Mandy climbed in and started the engine.

  “You sound much happier,” her friend told her, pulling out on to the highway. “I take it you had a good time?”

  “I had a great time,” Karen told her sincerely. “You were right, I did need to be approached by men. Lots and lots of men. I am a powerful woman! Hear me roar!”

  Mandy laughed. “Good. Next step—find a new job.”

  “I can do that,” she said confidently. “I can do anything!”

  She dragged herself away from the toilet bowl and turned the taps on. Cold water had never felt as good as it did on her face at that moment.

  She splashed again, then groped blindly for a towel. The usually ultra-soft nap of the fabric rasped against her skin like sandpaper. Moaning, she lifted her head and caught sight of herself in the mirror.

  Blech.

  Good thing she had nowhere to go, because there weren’t enough cosmetics in the world to cover the evidence of the night before. She grabbed her toothbrush and set about making her mouth bearable again.

  As she scrubbed, she watched herself in the mirror, noting her bloodshot hazel eyes and dull skin, some of last night’s makeup still smeared across her lids. Her normally glossy brown hair was lank. A shower was definitely called for. She rinsed and spat, and went to start the water.

  Stripping brought home exactly how drunk she’d been when she’d gone to bed. She’d taken off her skirt and panties but was still wearing her top and bra. She unbuttoned and unhooked, dropping everything on the floor as the room filled with steam. As she moved towards the shower, she saw movement from the corner of her eye. It was only her reflection, distorted by clouds of steam.

  She opened the shower door, then turned back to the mirror. She frowned, taking a closer look at the dark patch on her chest. What was it? A bruise? How did she get a bruise on her breast—

  Memory flooded back and she flailed a hand to brace herself on the vanity.

  She’d had sex with a stranger.

  In an alley behind a bar.

  With a stranger.

  In an alley.

  Behind a bar.

  She lifted a shaky hand and pressed it against her forehead. It couldn’t be true. Maybe she’d dreamt it. Alcohol made you dream funny things, right? Maybe she’d got the bruise walking into something. Sex with strangers in alleys was not something she did. Ever.

  Robotically, she turned off the shower and walked naked into the bedroom. She picked up the phone beside the bed and punched in the number from memory. It began to ring, and she winced.

  “Amanda speaking.”

  Karen cleared her throat. “Mandy?” she said pitifully. Her friend laughed.

  “Feeling a bit delicate this morning, huh? Have a hot shower and some coffee, it’ll help.”

  “Yeah…uh, that’s what I had planned. Um, I wanted to ask you something…” How could she ask if she’d acted like a total slut only a few weeks after splitting up with her boyfriend?

  “Ask me what?” Mild curiosity sounded in Mandy’s voice, and Karen sensed she was partly distracted. Mandy liked to multitask.

  “Last night—at the bar—uh—I was pretty drunk.”

  “Damn right you were. I was so proud. You haven’t been that drunk since we were in college.”

  “Yeah. Um, so there’s some stuff that I’m not sure if I did, or if I just imagined. Can you, uh, walk through the night for me?”

  Mandy laughed again. “You don’t remember? All those men coming to worship at the altar of your beauty? Begging you to dance with them?”

  “That—kind of sounds familiar.” Karen said cautiously.

  “What about making friends with Toni the bartender and agreeing to get matching ‘Men suck but not in a good way’ tattoos? Yours was going to run up the inside of your leg.”

  Karen groaned. “I’d forgotten that.” More memories came back. “I think I also agreed to pierce my nipple in tribute to Elvis…?”

  “Yep, although that was a joke. Toni was just messing with you.”

  Karen exhaled deeply. “Thank God,” she muttered, then louder, “Well, that’s not too bad. It’s kind of what I remembered.” She must have dreamt about dark Daniel, hot and sexy with those magic hands and mouth and his big, thick—

  Suddenly she realised Mandy was talking again.

  “I missed that,” she interrupted. “Say again?”

  “I was saying,” Mandy repeated patiently, “that, after you agreed to the nipple thing, you let a few more lowly men worship you. Then you danced with this one guy. Toni told me his name but I don’t remember it. The two of you were making out on the dance floor. After that you disappeared somewhere, presumably for a grope, and I didn’t see you again until I found you in the bathroom.”

  Karen stared blindly out of the window. She’d had sex with a stranger. In an alley.

  “Karen?” Mandy’s concerned tone indicated that this was not the first time she’d said her name.

  “Daniel.” Karen said softly.

  She heard Mandy snap her fingers. “That’s his name.”

  “I had sex with him.” There was dead silence. For the first time since she could remember, Mandy was speechless.

  “Mandy? We had sex in the alley.”

  “What?” Her best friend’s screech pounded in her sore head. “You did what!”

  “When we disappeared. We weren’t just groping. We had sex.”

  “Oh my God! Oh my God. You had sex with a stranger? You? Way to go, Karen! I’m so proud. You’ve finally let your true self free!”

  “A raging nympho, you mean.”

  “Don’t be silly. It’s not like you lined them up and gave them all a try. There’s nothing wrong with the occasional one-nighter—unless… You used a condom, right?”

  Her chest tightened as she struggled to remember.

  “Karen? You used a condom, didn’t you? Karen?”

  “Yes,” she gasped finally. “Yeah, we did.”

  “Are you sure?”

  Her face flushed hot. “Yes, I’m positive. I remember because I was pissed off we had to stop that long.”

  Mandy was silent for a moment. “That good, huh?”

  Karen thought about it, remembered his rough hands, the silky soft feel of his goatee against her skin, his thick cock driving into her.

  “That good.”

  Chapter Two

  Two weeks earlier…

  “Oh, crap!” Karen scooted back from her desk and grabbed a handful of tissues from the box next to her monitor. At the next desk over, her assistant Jenny looked up.

  “What’s wrong? Oh.” She grimaced at the coffee stain on the front of Karen’s pale pink shirt. “Did you burn yourself?”

  “No.” Karen sighed. The stain clearly could not be blotted off. “It was cold. Damn, I wore my emergency blouse home when I changed for the theatre with Stuart last week.” She paused. “I don’t know what’s sadder, that I ke
ep an emergency blouse at the office or that I forgot about my coffee for so long it got cold.”

  Jenny laughed. “It’s not sad. It shows that you’re organised and devoted to work. Speaking of which, you have that meeting with the Henshaw people this afternoon, don’t you?”

  “Yes. I guess I should run down the street and get a new blouse.” She made a face as she thought of what a shirt from the expensive boutique would do to her budget.

  “Why don’t you just go home and change? It’s not like you live far away. It shouldn’t take you longer than a half hour.”

  Karen considered for a moment. “You’re right.” She stood and grabbed her purse. “I’ll be back soon. If anything urgent comes up, I’ll be on my cell.”

  Ten minutes later she hurried up the stairs to the apartment she shared with Stuart, fumbling with her keys. She let herself in, dropped her keys and purse on the hall table, and closed the door. She started towards the bedroom, paused and turned back to the table.

  There was an unfamiliar jacket draped over the top.

  Her breath stuttered. Was someone in the apartment? What kind of burglar took off their jacket?

  A sound from down the hall jerked her attention away from the jacket. Slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible, she crouched and reached into her purse for her Mace. She adjusted her grip so that the can fit snugly in her palm, finger on the button, and crept down the hall towards the bedroom. The door was ajar, and she held her breath as she pushed carefully. It opened slowly and her gaze tracked in its wake. The door to the en suite bathroom was ajar and the room was empty. The dresser was clear, as was the armchair near the window. Releasing her breath slowly, she eased the door open farther.

  The strangled sound that came from her throat when the bed came into view immediately caught the attention of the people in it. Karen was transfixed. Stuart, her live-in boyfriend of two years, was naked and intimately entwined with her equally naked boss, Michael.

  But the biggest shock was when the third man slid out from behind Michael and off the bed. She looked from the naked couple huddled on the mattress to the naked stranger standing next to it.