MAYBE THIS TIME | JENLISA

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Jennie wasn't sure how much longer she could wait. When Lisa had told her that she'd be slipping out from behind the bar what seemed like an eternity ago, all she could think about was Lisa slipping into her. Something that was impossible if every single woman in this room kept going up to the bar. For fuck's sake, didn't they have any other bartenders on this ship?

Needless to say, the last twenty minutes had felt like a lifetime, and she was anxious to see and feel Lisa again. Now would be a good time.

She left her spot on the couch near Barb and her casino crew because she needed to move. Or scream. Or rub one out. Neither of the last two seemed socially appropriate, so she decided to check out one of the smaller bars and wait for Lisa there.

As she headed toward the bar closest to the club entrance, she finally caught sight of her favorite bartender. Lisa was holding a tray and delivering drinks to one of the VIP tables at the edge of the dance floor.

Jennie made sure to position herself right in Lisa's way as she turned to leave.

"There you are." Lisa looked relieved before her expression changed to turned on, which Jennie appreciated.

"Been looking for me?" Jennie wanted nothing more than to be pinned to the wall to their right, but she knew that wasn't possible. She settled for flirting and driving up that tension eight more notches, because she loved it and she knew that Lisa did, too.

"Always," Lisa said in that sexy tone that made Jennie weak.

Jennie wanted to reach out and take Lisa's free hand, and something told her if she did, Lisa wouldn't resist the contact, but it wasn't worth it. Right?

Lisa took a step forward and Jennie's heartbeat picked up. "Walk with me."

She matched Lisa's cadence and followed her as Lisa led them to the nearby bar. Lisa stood at the corner, halfway between the front of the bar and the entrance area to where the bartenders were working, and she guided Jennie to her immediate right, facing her forward, with her abdomen pressed to the bar's edge.

"Two shots of tequila, Derrick," Lisa called out, and the handsome brunet behind the bar nodded.

"Who are those for?" Jennie asked.

"Us." Lisa placed the empty serving tray on the bar top in front of Jennie.

Jennie felt Lisa's hand under the bar caress her leg and play with the hem of her dress. She dropped her hand instinctively to reach for Lisa's, but she gasped when Lisa guided her hand to the bulge in her pants. "Oh."

"Lime and some salt?" Derrick placed the two shots on the tray Lisa had placed in front of her and waited for their reply.

"Absolutely. Extra lime, just enough salt." Lisa didn't let on that she was encouraging Jennie to grope her under the bar top. Jennie would have complimented her on her ability to maintain her cool if she wasn't otherwise engaged.

Derrick left the requested ingredients and headed to the other end of the much quieter bar to take a few drink orders. Jennie was glad they were alone again.

Lisa bit her lip as she made eye contact with Jennie again. "You have no idea how good that feels."

Jennie pulled a little harder. "Oh, I'm sure it'll feel even better when we're alone. Which is when, exactly? Because this teasing is getting me awfully riled up."

Lisa's hand found Jennie's hip after Jennie intentionally rubbed aggressively against her crotch. "Soon."

"How soon?" Jennie moved her hand up to toy with the button at Lisa's waist. She reveled in the way Lisa canted her hips forward in response.