Page 37 of Bad Run

Trey laughs. “It’s good for him. Want to follow them to the dance floor?”

“Umm,” I hesitate. I want to say no, but then I remember that there is a woman sitting on Lance’s lap. Right behind me.

Trey catches my apprehension. “If it helps to know, I won’t step on your feet.”

“Okay. As long as you don’t step on my feet,” I tease.

“Promise.” He makes an X over his heart, making me laugh.

I keep my eyes focused on Trey as he leads me to the dance floor. The last thing I want is to catch a glimpse of Lance and another woman.

As promised, Trey doesn’t step on my feet as we dance. He is a perfect gentleman, leaving a friendly distance between us as we dance beside my bestie and her new beau for the night.

The song changes to a sultrier slow beat, and for the first time Trey closes the distance, spinning me around and pressing my back to his chest. Our hips move in time with the beat.

Feeling loose from the alcohol in my veins, and more comfortable with my dance partner, I allow myself to sink into him and into the music.

I push away my thoughts of Lance and let the man behind me get closer. There’s still no fizzle in his touch as his palm grips my waist, but I enjoy the moment. Trey drops his hold on my waist, and the heat of his body briefly disappears. Before I can figure out what’s happening, a distinct set of hands find my hips.

Electricity shoots through me, and my belly flips as the smell of citrus and spice fills my nose. That scent is ingrained in my memory.

Lance.

“Keep dancing, and don’t turn around,” Lance growls low in my ear.

My brain screams for me to ignore his order, but my traitorous body obeys. I swing my hips side to side, adding more sway to them than I did before while dancing with Trey.

“Such a good girl.”

Flashes of Lance growling the same words as he pressed his chest into my back and pounded into me from behind make my sex weep and flutter.

I raise my arms above my head and circle them around the back of his neck, running my fingers over his sensitive skin. A move I know he likes. He grunts something unintelligible under his breath as he undulates his body to the beat of the music and in perfect sync with mine.

Lance slowly dances us into the dark corner of the club. Not wanting to cause a scene, and curious to understand what the hell is happening, I keep up the charade and continue to dance as he pushes me against the wall, sandwiching me in.

“Are you trying to make me jealous by dancing with him?” Lance asks as we move side to side.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Weren’t you just in the VIP room with random women sitting on your lap?”

“Is my little witch jealous?”

Little witch. A shiver runs through me.

“No, you’re a free man. You can do whatever and whomever you like. As can I.”

Removing my hands from around his neck, I place them on the cool wall in front of me and shove my ass into his dick. I swivel my hips as seductively as I can. He groans, and I can feel his hard cock beneath the fabric of his jeans.

Only two thin pieces of clothing separate us from each other.

“Is that what you want? For that small-dicked guy to take you home?”

“Are you going to take the woman who was on your lap home?”

“No,” he gruffly whispers in my ear.

Our bodies continue to move to the beat. A beat reminiscent of the one we followed the last time we were in bed together. His hips drive forward, and a moan slips past my lips.

“Fuck. That sound. I shouldn’t want to hear that sweetness coming from you.”