Page 54 of Dirty Pool

Gabbie.

Yeah, fucking no one was keeping him away from her. Not if he wanted to be near her, and he did. Often. Lately, she was the first thing on his mind in the morning, and the last thing at night. He reached for thoughts of her because he found comfort in them—she was the one thing he was most sure of here when everything else seemed like it was up in the air.

And he didn’t even know her that well.

Did it make sense?

Hell no.

He still liked it.

A lot.

Michel said nothing as he came to join Gabbie in the swell of people. Here, it was a safe meeting place. They could leave with a crowd of people, and drift away out of sight without anyone knowing they were even together later.

Easy.

Like cake.

Still dancing, her hips moving to the beat of the music in a way that made Michel wish he had her tight ass pressed up against his groin while she did it, Gabbie reached for him. He was already going in to grab her, too.

Her sweet lips pressed against his—her taste was still the same, too. Sweetness, and sin. He couldn’t get enough. Her tongue warred with his, and she never shied away from the forcefulness of his kiss.

Just a few days …

They’d met up earlier in the week, too.

But just a few days was too much time away from this woman. He didn’t like that at all; he didn’t want to have to plan when he could see her. That didn’t seem fair when frankly, he’d just found her.

But he would take these moments. Stolen as they were, he would still take every single one of them that he was given. Under club lights, with people shouting all around them, this was what he’d waited all week for.

Gabbie’s fingers tightened into his shirt, and her eyes danced with happiness as she peered up at him. “I thought you weren’t going to get here tonight.”

Michel chuckled, the sound muted from the level of the music. “I didn’t mean to take so long.”

She shrugged, still pleased.

That’s all he wanted.

Her pleased.

Because he did it to her.

What was happening to him?

“But the better question,” she said, grinning in that sly way of hers that he adored so much, “is when are we going to leave?”

Michel smirked right back. “Whenever you want, babe.”

Then, their fun could really get started.

• • •

The best way to start a morning?

With a woman sitting on your face.

Michel decided next to fucking Gabbie, getting her taste coating his tongue as she rocked against his mouth and begged for more was probably the best thing in the world. The more turned on this woman was, the hotter she became. Her skin, her pussy, her cum. All of it.