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My eyes focus on the couple in front of us. A brunette woman eyes me over the shoulder of the man she’s dancing with, and without breaking the eye contact, she opens her mouth and latches onto the side of his neck. He stiffens, then falls back into the rhythm, gripping her tightly as she feeds.
I watch, completely mesmerized, until she opens her mouth. Her bloodstained tongue darts out to lick at his skin, then he grips her hair and pulls her up for a hungry kiss. When they break apart, he takes her hand and turns to lead her off the dance floor. That’s when I notice the wet spot on the front of his slacks.
My eyes widen, and I turn in Jesse’s arms to face him once more. He leans in to speak directly into my ear.
“Yes, it’s the same for men. A vampire’s bite gives them the same ecstasy you feel when I bite you.”
“Do people usually do it in public like that?” I ask, remembering the way the female vampire watched me watching her, like she got off on it or something.
“Sometimes,” he says. “Do you feel the need for a little exhibitionism, Eden?”
I know he’s teasing me, but my lady bits take him seriously, clenching with need at the huskiness in his voice. Jesse inhales deeply, then his dark eyes burn with unholy fire as his hand slips between us and underneath the short hem of my dress.
I skipped the underwear because there was no way to prevent panty lines in this dress. So when Jesse’s finger swipes over my bare, slick flesh, I shudder. I feel more than hear his growl, and my face heats. No one can tell what he’s doing. We’re standing too close and his open jacket shields what little space there is between us.
But having him touch me like this, in public, is a thrill I never knew I wanted. Needed.
He pulls his hand free, but before I can protest, he’s pulling me off the dance floor and toward the exit.
“We’re leaving?” I ask.
“Unless you want me to fuck you in the middle of this club,” he grits out, fanning the flames of the fire already blazing inside me.
The guard outside the door nods to us as we hurry by, but Jesse doesn’t acknowledge him as he strides to the elevator, pulling me along behind him. As soon as we’re inside and the doors close, I find myself pushed back against the mirrored wall with his finger buried deep inside me.
“Come,” he says, and my body explodes with an intense orgasm.
Jesse pumps his finger, drawing out the climax as he whispers in my ear, telling me all the dirty things he’ll do to me once we’re home. When the pulses of my inner walls finally slow, he pulls his finger free and sucks it into his mouth with a groan.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, making him smile.
When the elevator stops and the doors slide open, Jesse’s phone starts to ring. Pulling it from his pocket, he frowns at the screen before answering it.
“Erik,” he says by way of a greeting as we walk through the hotel lobby.
He grinds to a halt, and I almost stumble, but his grip on my hand steadies me. His face goes even paler than usual, and fear thumps in my chest. Did something happen to Steph and Bernadette?
“I’ll be right there,” he says, looking at me with horrified eyes as he tucks his phone away.
“What? What is it?” I ask, panicked.
His jaw is tight, and a muscle ticks in his cheek as if he’s grinding his teeth. “Not here.”
He pulls me toward the exit, and his SUV is waiting by the curb as if the doorman called down to let the valet know we were coming. Jesse helps me inside before tipping the valet and jogging around to hop in behind the wheel.
The tires screech as he slams on the gas, and I grip the dashboard as he swerves into traffic recklessly.
“Jesse, what’s happening? What did Erik say? Is Steph okay?”
He takes his eyes off the road for a moment to meet my frightened gaze and shakes his head. “Steph is fine.”
“What is it, then?”
“It’s my father,” he says gravely. “He’s dead.”
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A LITTLE FARFETCHED
