A warm palm came to rest at the back of my neck for a moment before he slid his fingers down my spine.  Those work-rough fingertips left goosebumps in their wake as the callused skin skimmed my back.  I tried to supress my shiver of excitement, but failed.  I didn’t want him to see my reaction to him.  Knowledge is power and that was knowledge I didn’t want him to have.

“Too bad, sugar.”  He whispered against my ear.  I loved that he could read my mind.  I’d given him permission before our meeting to delve into the depths of my thoughts. 

I hadn’t taken my eyes from the mirror behind the bar.  It had granted me the ability to view my surroundings without craning my neck, but now, even though I felt his touch and reveled in his hot breath fanning my neck… it revealed nothing. 

My lover for the evening, the man caressing the crease at the top of my ass and nipping my neck with infinite care… he didn’t cast a reflection.