Our eyes are fixed on each other.
He releases the remaining buttons, one by one.
A provocative chess move, no doubt.
I refuse to submit, turning my focus to the people around me.
It’s the worst possible distraction.
Bodies dry hump and paw one another in every direction.
Marco holds my gaze.
There’s nothing casual about that look.
He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and he’s loving every minute.
As I move closer, the subtle trace of his cologne is almost enough to end me.
My mouth parts slightly, heat blooming beneath my skin.
I stop the thought in its tracks.
Earn that balcony orgasm,I remind myself.
Drifting to the edge of the crowd, I regain my composure.
Soon the music shifts to something deeper, more sensual.
Turning back toward the dance floor, I discover that Marco is not alone.
A handsome stranger is dancing behind him.
Ripped t-shirt, tall and confident.
Gyrating suggestively, his intentions are obvious.
Not that anyone can blame him.
Marco is a magnet for sex, especially tonight.
And yet, he seems oblivious.
He only has eyes for me.
As soon as he notices the stranger, he shakes his head.
A firm smile. An awkward side step.
Clocking the lack of interest, the guy takes a hint and moves on.
I close the distance, but shove my hands in my pockets to avoid losing the bet.
Marco circles around me, chess game paused.
“As if I'd be tempted by offal when I have filet mignon right in front of me,” he smiles.
His eyes are tender.
