“I like it,” he continued with a grin. His hand reached out and landed warm and heavy on her hip. “It’s refreshing.” His thumb traced a short back and forth on her hip.

God he was perfect so far. He had a five o’clock shadow that made her just want to nibble on that jawline. Her cock filled more as she imagined the rasp of it on her thighs. She found herself swaying into his touch and stepping forward until his thighs were firmly bracketing her hips. He smelled like cigarette smoke and some citrusy cologne. Not a combination she would have thought she’d find attractive… but yeah. It was working for her.

The bartender brought her drink and James handed it over. It was a bright red, a perfect match to her lipstick, and in a curvy glass. She took a sip. “Good choice,” she praised.

He tipped his beer to her and slid his hand around to rest on her lower back. All of her focus was on the heat of his hand and thighs on her as her breath shallowed out. “All good?” James asked.

“Perfect.” It was. Heart was fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings in her chest, but it was perfect.

He finished his beer in one quick drink. She drank on hers as he signalled for the bartender to close out his tab. “You live around here?” he asked.

Again, her brain slammed to a stop. She didn’t really want to take him back to the place she’d gotten for the night. She also really needed to tell him that she had a dick, probably before they left the bar. If it wasn’t what he wanted, then at least she got a good, short flirtation in and was able to successfully live her truth for a while.

She steeled herself and set her drink down. “Before any of that, you should probably know -“

“I know. I’m ok with it.”

She stared at him. He stared back steadily. “I haven’t had any form of surgeries done.” I still have a penis.

James smiled softly at her. “That’s ok with me.”

Oh. Her cheeks warmed. She looked away and picked up her drink to fiddle with so she’d have something to do with her hands. James’ hand on her waist tightened and pulled her that last little bit forward so she was snug up against his crotch. He took her drink from her and set it back on the bartop.

“I live just across the street if you want to come home with me?” James asked. His hand moved from her hip to her lower back. Her breath hitched as he let his hand drop to slide down the swell of her ass.

“Yes, I do. Please.”

He let out a pleased hum that shot straight to her cock. She shifted her weight. The partial chub was starting to get a little uncomfortable with how she had it tucked. She shifted her weight then leaned forward. She let her hand rest against the solid muscle of James’ chest and skimmed her fingers down so she could run them over the dips and hills of his abs.

James let out a small exhale above her then tugged her hand away. “Let’s go,” he said.