“I won’t beg you. Not today.”
“No begging required.”
The clink of plates reached my ears, and his hands curveed around my ass. I wrapped my legs around him, and he lifted me, setting me on the bar, and pressed his finger to my lips.
“One more,” he rasped. “Okay?”
I nodded.
“Open your mouth.”
I did, tilting my head back slightly. The roughness of a shell rested against my bottom lip, and I knew what this was before I tasted the salty yet slimy fish.