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She nods and the second she bursts into giggles, I wonder if they stopped off at the bar on the way from the bathroom. I lean forward and press my lips to hers, sliding my tongue through her lips and instantly taste the tequila that is not on the table. When I pull back, she gives me a sheepish look knowing she’s guilty and I shake my head. “Everything okay?” My eyes float to Alyssa and then back to Olivia and they both nod.
“Yes, we just want to dance.” Olivia smiles and leans forward, whispering in my ear and slowly sliding her hand up my thigh. “And you know how I get after I drink tequila.” Her lips and teeth graze my ear before sliding back in her seat.
Well damn.
Envy is a nightclub located on the Upper East Side known for its rooftop that looks over the city with the best view of the Empire State Building. I don’t foresee us making our way up with the weather ticking a degree cooler with each passing minute, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Alyssa and Olivia have the wild idea to go up there for a photo once they’re drunker. We make our way down the long hallway and I don’t miss the way Alyssa’s eyes flit to me every once in a while, making me wonder if Wren had shared his hypothesis.
His very correct hypothesis.
Or if she’s just feeling skeptical for Olivia.
We enter the main bar area, and I smile remembering how many nights the four of us ended up here. The lights are low and my eyes scan the perimeter looking to see if any of the red booths are available, but with it being a Friday night, I see the familiar reserved signs perched on top of all of them. I lean down grazing Olivia’s ear and she visibly shivers. “Do you want me to get us a table?”
She turns in my arms and I can see the excitement in her chocolate eyes. God, she’s fucking beautiful.
“No, I want to dance!” She grabs my hand pulling me towards the dance floor, moving through the hordes of people. I’m not going to lie, being almost forty I’m not always thrilled about going to these types of bars, but for Olivia, I’d do anything, and the way she’s shaking that delectable ass of hers as we move through the crowd makes me more than pleased to be here. “We should have gotten a drink first, but I love this song.” I chuckle thinking about my wife’s obsession with Beyoncé as I grip her hips, pulling her towards me and holding her ass against my groin, hard.
I push her hair to the side exposing her neck and let my tongue dart out to taste the sweat clinging to her skin already. She sways to the seductive beat, pushing h
arder against me and running her hands up her body and behind my neck. I grip her hips harder, holding her as close as I can to me, my chest pressed directly into her back. I briefly wonder if she had more shots than I initially thought for her to be grinding this obscenely against me, but to be honest, I don’t give a fuck.
It has been so long since I’ve held her like this, since I’ve felt her soft curves pressed against me as we grind on the dance floor. She drops her hand, bending over, dropping her body completely, her ass never leaving my dick before moving back up. She spins around and puts her hands behind my neck, pressing her body flush against mine and I push my leg between hers, letting her rub her pussy against me and I’m grateful her dress isn’t too short. I grab her ass anyway, both in an attempt to keep her dress in place and to keep her pinned to me as she continues to hump my leg. Her eyes are slightly glazed and dilated and staring straight at me as she continues to move to the sultry song.
I lean down, my lips hovering just above hers as my fingers dig into her hips. “You’re dancing like a little slut, Olivia. You must want me to fuck you here.”
She bites her bottom lip, her eyes dancing with excitement, and I recall all of the times we defiled a bathroom in a club when neither of us could wait to be home after simulating sex on the dance floor and taking too many tequila shots. “What can I say? I’m drunk in love.” A wicked smile plays at her lips at the fact that it’s the song that’s playing and I run my nose down the side of her face, pressing my lips to the base of her throat.
“Are you wet for me?” The song is loud and so is the bar, but it doesn’t stop us from having a conversation and she nods like she’s heard every word loud and clear.
“Touch me and find out.”
I pull back and look down at her, looking at where we’re pressed together, knowing that no one would know if I touched her. If I ran my hand along her slit I knew to be dripping for me. I lick my lips, and she grips my jacket with both hands, tightening her hold. “Touch my pussy, Clarke. Feel how my clit pulses. Feel how I tremble when you touch me.”
Fuck. Me.
I slide my hand between us and down her body, grazing her full breasts and between her legs feeling the wet satin fabric at the apex of her thighs. I rub her slit and she lets her head fall back as the song blends into another, her hips moving against my fingers in perfect rhythm with the song.
Her sex is wet, soaking my finger and probably my thigh that she’s still grinding on. I pull at her panties before letting it snap against her sex and she shivers in my arms. Her eyes fall on mine as she bites her lip, a look that could still bring me to my knees and I debate doing it now in the middle of the club.
“Shit, Olivia.” I drop my head into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. “Do you want to dance or should I take you to the bathroom?”
“I want to come first.”
“Okay.” I go to pull my hand away when she holds it in place.
“No, I want to come here.” She smiles and I look around, frowning.
“You’ve lost your mind if you think I’m letting anyone see you fall apart, it’s bad enough they can tell you’re turned on,” I growl, though a part of me is turned on at the idea of making her come so publicly.
“No one is looking at me.”
My eyes dart around the room, and while everyone appears to be in their own world, I do meet the gaze of a few men again, taking in the woman grinding her body against mine.
Their eyes wanting, their lustful gazes feasting on my woman.
I glare at one in particular before yanking Olivia’s hair back and capturing her lips to make a point that she belongs to me. I press my finger to her clit, rubbing the fabric against the pulsing muscle and she groans in my mouth.
She pulls away and nips at my chin. “Close,” she mumbles against my skin. My cock is painfully hard, pressing against my slacks trying to break its way out to get inside of Olivia.
