Ever since the beauty stepped in front of the microphone she’d had his full attention, from the fine hairs at the back of his neck, to his cock responding immediately to the sway of her succulent hips. He tried to simmer the fire stirring at his loins, but so far his efforts had been a big waste of time. She was singing some song he’d heard way too often over the radio. Every time she tipped her head, long dark hair obscured her profile from his view. Ashton scowled wishing he had found a table at the other end of the bar where he would have had a much better look at the beauty. Unfortunately, moving wasn’t an option because there wasn’t an empty seat in the crowded bar and grill. There never was on a Friday evening in Sheraton Beach, Delaware. It was the usual crowd, mostly locals out having a good time. Men still in business suits and several women were sitting at small tables scattered throughout the establishment, dressed to entice. One particular redhead had been trying to get his attention since he’d arrived.
