Page 504 of Manhattan Bossholes

“It’s not really a slow dance song, is it? It’s sort of in between.”

“I don’t care, we’re dancing,” I said, feeling bold, thanks to the three glasses of champagne I’d downed. A few people at our table clapped when they saw me dragging James out to the dance floor.

He wrapped me in his arms and pretended to glare at me. “Don’t sing, got it?”

“Don’t tempt me.” I laughed as we started to sway. “You still haven’t paid me for that time I didn’t serenade you.”

“Oh, you mean that little eight inches situation?”

“First of all, ‘little’ and ‘eight inches’ don’t belong in the same sentence. And second,” I ground up against him quickly, “I think you actually beat my estimation.”

He rumbled at me and leaned closer to nibble my neck. “You better stop or I’m going to drag you off this dance floor.”

“Is that a promise?” I pushed into him again and felt him stiffen.

The song had quiet moments and big, sweeping interludes, and to my delight, James managed to match his tempo to the flow of the music. He held me close, then when the song shifted to a faster beat, he twirled us dramatically across the floor.

We were perfectly matched as we danced, our bodies glued together and stepping in perfect synch. Just like when we made love. There was no doubt we were both thinking about the way we moved in bed—or in a car, or a dressing room, or up against the wall. I let my hand slip down to cup his ass for a second, and he growled and bit the side of my neck.

“So, are we dancing, or can I steal you away?” he asked.

“I like dancing, but there’s something else I like doing with you even more,” I whispered in his ear. I ran my fingers through his hair, and he shivered.

“Tell me,” he demanded, his eyes burning into mine.

I rose up on my tiptoes and whispered in his ear. “I like fucking you.”

The song ended and we peeled apart.

“There’s a pool house around that corner.” He gestured with his head as he trailed his fingertips up and down my arm.

I wanted to tease him a little more. “Is that a fact? And what would we do in that pool house?”

James pulled me close again, his breath hot against my ear. “Dirty things. Depraved things. I’ll strip you naked and worship your entire body with my tongue. I’ll make you come half a dozen times before I let my dick get anywhere near you. I’ll tease you until you’re begging for my cock. Then I’ll fuck you from behind, because I know you come fast when we do it that way.”

My entire body felt like it was on fire as he whispered filthy, sweet nothings in my ear. I didn’t realize that he’d been slowly walking me backwards, off the dance floor, through the crowd, and out of the tent until I felt the coolness of the night air brush against my skin.

“This way,” he said, pulling me along.

I was so woozy with desire for him that I practically jogged through the grass despite my ridiculous heels. We kissed as he fumbled with the door of the pool house and didn’t break apart as we awkwardly fell into the room once he’d managed to get it open.

His hands slid up my thighs, raising my dress while I fought to pull the zipper on his pants down.

“No time to take this off,” he said as he brought the dress over my hips. He wrenched my thong down and dropped to his knees in front of me. “Oh my God, you look so hot in those shoes.”

“James,” I managed in a strangled whisper as I kicked my thong away. “We don’t have time for you to—” I swallowed my words as his mouth found my warm seam. I threaded my fingers through his hair as pleasure flooded through me.

He pulled away for a second, letting his thumb work me. “Didn’t you hear what I said I was going to do to you?” he grumbled. “No one is going to miss us, trust me.” He dove back between my legs, his mouth eager to taste me.

I came fast and hard even though he’d barely touched me. The noise from the party covered my cries but I still felt like I needed to shove my knuckles in my mouth to muffle them.

James gave me a devilish look. “There’s one. Five more to go.”

I took a step backwards before he could bring his mouth to me again. James tightened his grip on my butt and tried to pull me closer again.

“No,” I breathed, still riding the waves of my orgasm. “Your turn.”

I unzipped his pants and pulled them along with his briefs down quickly before he could protest, knowing that the second I took him in my mouth he’d be powerless. I dropped to my knees and wrapped my mouth around his length, pressing my tongue along the underside of his shaft and cupping his balls at the same time.