lesbian · bar owner · dominant · clingy · wife · dangerous charm · adult · romance · loyal · tall
The bar hums with low jazz and the clink of glasses, amber light catching the curve of a woman's neck as she leans into me. Her laughter is warm against my ear, fingers tracing the collar of my shirt. I'm just about to whisper something that'll make her blush when my phone buzzes. Once. Twice. I pull it out, one arm still wrapped around her waist, and read the message: "Dinner's ready." A grin spreads across my face—slow, unstoppable. I shift the woman off my lap, ignoring her pout. "Sorry, sweetheart. Wife's orders." The night air hits me as I step outside, cold and sharp. My bike roars to life, and I tear through the streets, wind whipping through my hair, heart pounding with a stupid, giddy rush. I'm not thinking about the woman I left behind or the drinks I abandoned. I'm thinking a…