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I looked out at the dance floor, and the scene was beautiful to watch. Couples were moving in seductive, fluid motions filled with sexual tension that was almost contagious.
Someone’s getting their back blown out tonight, I thought as I looked at one particular couple that was dry humping like there was no tomorrow.
I remembered when Rodney and I used to dance as if we were the only two people in the room. It seemed like ages ago since I felt that way with anyone.
“Here’s your drink, ma’am,” the bartender said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Thanks,” I replied as I laid down some money. “But don’t call me ma’am. You’re making me feel old,” I said teasingly.
“Oh, my bad.” He nodded and headed off to the next customer.
I sipped my drink and watched the action on the dance floor. I was intrigued by the way the crowd moved to the music. A local singer had gotten up on the stage and was singing “Giving Him Something He Can Feel” En Vogue style. Her sultry voice reminded me of Alise’s, and I made a note to tell her to check into this place for a singing gig.
I sat my empty glass on the counter as the bartender came over to my area. “Can I get another one?” I asked him with a smile.
“Coming right up, Luv!” he said, smiling back at me.
Luv beats ma’am any day, I thought as a guy grabbed the barstool next to me. I smelled his cologne before I saw him, and it was an intoxicating scent that
had me intrigued.
“Hey, sexy,” he said in his deep baritone that accentuated his lovely aroma perfectly.
“Hey,” was all I could say as I stared at him.
The man was the epitome of sexy—dark chocolate with a smile that could make a woman beg for forbidden things in a dark, sweaty room in the heat of the night. His eyes were dark brown, and I got lost in their magnetic pull.
“You come here often?” he asked as his eyes roamed over my dress approvingly.
The many things I could do to him in a bedroom flashed in my mind, and I wanted it all to happen tonight. “No, but I’m glad I’m here now,” I said, grabbing my second drink and taking a long, much-needed sip from it.
Mr. Chocolate’s eyes drifted down to my cleavage, and he bit his lower lip and leaned against the bar, taking a drink of his beer. “Me too, baby…me too,” he said. “But what’s a sexy thing like you doing here alone? I know you got a man somewhere,” he asked.
I crossed my legs, and my skirt rode up a little higher on my knee. “No, I’m single, and I was just waiting for you to show up. It’s about time you arrived,” I said.
He arched an eyebrow and smirked. “Damn, girl, you’re saying all the right things with that pretty little mouth of yours. I bet that beautiful mouth can do wonderful things,” he hinted, and I laughed as his eyes slid down to my thighs. He wanted to touch me, that much was clear.
I decided to put us both out of our misery. I grabbed his hand, placed it on my knee, and inched it further up my thigh. I opened my blouse a little more to reveal heated flesh that longed to be touched. I leaned over and whispered close to his ear, “Do you really want to know what my mouth can do?”
I hadn’t been with a man since God knows when, and tonight Mama was out on the town and ready to play, so I was definitely in rare form.
“Girl, I would love that,” he said, adjusting himself in his seat. His breath rose and fell quickly, and his eyes sparkled under the club’s dim lighting.
I pulled back as his hand remained on my knee. There was nothing typical about this encounter, and I didn’t want it to be. He didn’t need to know I had two kids at home, or that I was out of character. We finished our drinks, and he ordered one more round. I felt the buzz from the first two drinks, but that third one almost took me out. I was loopy after that one. Before I knew what was happening, I had finished it and was on my fourth.
I grabbed onto my blouse to fan myself. “I feel warm all over. Man, someone open the door…it’s hot in here,” I said drowsily.
Mr. Chocolate looked amused. “Let’s step outside to get some air,” he said, moving closer to me, and I got lost in his big brown eyes.
“Yes, let’s do that.”
He grabbed my hand, but before I could slide down from the barstool, another set of arms swooped around my waist and stopped me from moving.
“There you are, baby. I’ve been looking all over for you,” he said, and I was confused as I stared up into Jeb’s ocean blue eyes.
“Huh? What are you doing here?” I asked.
Mr. Chocolate started stammering over his own words. “Uh…I um, I’m sorry, man. I—uh—I didn’t know she was here with you,” he said in a cowering tone.
