“I wanted a sapphire,” she whispered to no one. She hadn’t gotten one because the ring had been tastefully and carefully chosen by Alex for its classic look, something he swore would “never go out of style.”
She was glad the ring was gone. Gone just like her love for Alex. She’d hurled the ring at him just like he’d thrown away what they had for the temptation of someone new. She tensed, the memory of those terrible seconds that had rocked her world hitting her full force. They’d been together, Alex and the other woman, an acquaintance and Alex’s coworker that Jordyn had only known in passing. The pair had been wrapped so tightly around one another that Jordyn couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended. Hands and bare flesh pressed obscenely together in a way that Jordyn had never gotten to experience with Alex.
And all of it on the copier of all places.
The cliché of it all was enough to make Jordyn grateful she had never slept with Alex---though it hadn’t been for lack of trying on her end. She wanted to have sex, she wanted the intimacy of it, and after so long together she had been more than ready to explore what the world of sex had to offer, but Alex hadn’t thought it was right, not until they were married. He’d admonished her at every turn until Jordyn had stopped seeing herself as a curious sexual being at all.
Jordyn had been content to wait for their wedding night. She had been a virgin when she began dating Alex and waiting a little longer for the man she loved didn’t seem like such a big deal in the grand scheme of things. Sex just wasn’t something they were going to do, and that was fine. Or at least it was until it turned out she had been alone in her stint of celibacy. Her fingers tightened on the glass and she shook her head at the thought of Alex cheating on her. And on the copier, for fuck's sake!
With a barely disguised growl, she set her back straight and stalked towards the dance floor. She was going to have fun tonight and that was that. With her newfound determination humming through her veins, and more than half of her whiskey, she was ready for anything.
And that is when she saw him.
The anything she was ready for.
Tall, clad in a leather jacket that hung perfectly over his broad shoulders and arms. He had a close-cropped beard and she wondered what it would be like to kiss a man with a beard. She never had before on account of her ex preferring a clean-shaven face. She bet a kiss from a man with a beard was just the thing she needed. His hair was longer than she was used to, but she liked that too. Dark thick locks of it that fell just so but she knew it wasn’t from any product, that was just how his hair was. She wanted to touch it, run her fingers through the dark strands of it before she gave it a tug. Her eyes left his face and wandered on down the length of him. The fire in her burned a little brighter when she saw the man had thighs that she would die a happy woman on.
God, she hoped she died on those thighs. If she did, she would consider it a blessing. Jordyn watched as her mystery man pushed forward onto the dance floor that parted before him like it had been expecting him. He turned his back on her then and Jordyn frowned, though it was short-lived because him turning meant she got a look at his ass.
Correction, she would die a happy woman just getting to touch his ass. She would faint if she got on his thighs, though. Good Lord. The man was stunning. He was everything she wanted. Everything she had dreamed about night after night alone in her bed.
She wanted him. No question about it. He was perfect for tonight, for her objective of living on the wild side, if even for one night. He was the living embodiment of every dirty fantasy and thought Jordyn had ever entertained in her bid to make Alex happy. From his leather-clad shoulders to his life-giving thighs and ass, the man was the definition of wild.
But first things first.
Jordyn had to get him to notice her because her plan for the night wasn’t just to ogle him. She wanted to get under this man...or on top of him, beside him, in front of him, whatever way she could and that was because at the top of Jordyn’s new living life to the fullest list was one very important objective.
She squared her shoulders as if going into battle, downed the last half of her drink, depositing it on the corner of the bar, and took in a deep inhale. She was going to need every last bit of fortitude to do what she was convincing herself was a must-do. It was now or never seeing as she had just found the man to help her get the one thing she wanted to accomplish more than anything that night.
And that was to lose her virginity.
Chapter Two
Jordyn’s bravadolasted all of the eighth of a second it took for her to set foot on the dance floor and realize that her Mystery Man had his eye on another woman. A petite blonde with killer legs and a face that looked like it belonged on a movie poster. There was no denying the woman Mystery Man had his sights on was gorgeous. Like drop-dead gorgeous and very much in her element at the bar.
The woman was stunning in a barely-there crimson red dress that hugged her lithe body to perfection. The garment looked like it had been sewn with the sole purpose of showcasing the woman’s best assets while she danced, hips swinging enticingly while she locked eyes with the beautiful man in front of her.
The man took a step closer, a bright smile on his face that the blonde returned as she moved to tuck in close to him, a dainty hand on his muscular chest. Jordyn knew they would be perfect together. They looked damn near perfect together. King and Queen of The Velvet Throne, sure to spend their night in some passionate romp most women only dreamed of.
Women like Jordyn.
She bit her lip and almost turned tail, and maybe she should have when she saw the first touch between them, but that was playing it safe. That’s what the old Jordyn would have done. She would have turned away and probably spent the rest of her night watching from the corner and nursing a drink.But that Jordyn hadn’t had her heart ripped out only hours before. That Jordyn didn’t exist anymore.
And this Jordyn was done being the good girl. It was time to get what she wanted, even if she was stepping on someone else’s toes. Besides, the couple had just met, it wasn’t like there were church bells ringing in their future. She paused, watching the man move in the low lights of the dance floor. He was at the center of it all, his back to her, and seemingly without a care in the world. She could watch him dance for far longer than it took for her to get labeled a creeper, but that was because this man knew exactly what to do with his hips.
Alex had acted as if she were subjecting him to water torture when she had tried to coax him into dancing with her. But this man? Dancing wasn’t a chore for him.
Not even close.
This man was moving in time with the music, his hips rolling with controlled ease, head tipped back, eyes closed, and a grin on his face. Jordyn enjoyed the sexy sight, or she might have if he had been a little less tangled up with the blonde. Jordyn zeroed in on where the woman’s hands were trailing their way up his chest, her nails twisting in his shirt as they danced.
Jordyn forced herself to keep walking forward while the scene continued to heat up in front of her. The woman pressed her scantily clad body against the sexy stranger, and an exaggerated swirl of her hips against the man pulled a smile from him. One of his hands slid up from her waist to palm the woman’s breast, and Jordyn’s eyes widened in surprise. Until tonight she’d lived a relatively sheltered, ahem, boring life, and Alex would never have dreamed of touching her so intimately in a public place. The man’s actions should have stopped her forward march, or even slowed it, but it didn’t. Instead, Jordyn’s steps quickened as a single thought began to take hold in her mind’s eye: him touching her just the way he was the blonde.
She wanted that. Needed it.
Jordyn’s nipples tingled and she felt her cheeks warm from the fantasy of having the stranger’s hands on her. In a matter of seconds, she was stepping towards the couple, their intimate moment be damned. She couldn’t hesitate now, not when she was this close to finally acting on what she wanted. If she hesitated for even a second, she would lose her bravado and run away, of that she was sure, which meant the only way left was straight into the fray.
Reaching out a hand, Jordyn trailed her fingers up the sexy stranger’s leather-clad arm. Her fingers skimmed the inside of his wrist before she moved up to brush the back of his hand—the hand that was currently full of another woman’s flesh. She felt his hand tense beneath her touch. She held her breath and looked up to meet the stranger’s eyes. He was looking at her now. Curious blue eyes stared back at her. Yep, she had his undivided attention. No doubt about it. Feeling bolder with his attention on her, Jordyn slowly continued to move her fingers along his before she stepped in closer and dared to squeeze his bicep with her other hand.
