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The douche who thought he had a chance backs away, and once he’s out of sight, he’s also out of mind. Not that I can think of anything but the beauty in my arms as she rolls her hips. When she lifts her hands in the air, I grab her wrist, pressing my lips to her sensitive skin before bending so she can place her hands on my hair. She tugs, and my cock twitches against her ass.
I don’t know how long we’re on the dance floor. One song bleeds into another, and that’s just fine with me. This night that started as complete shit has moved to having this gorgeous woman in my arms, grinding against me. I still don’t know her name, but I know the taste of her skin as I press my lips to her neck. I know the smell of her hair as I bury my face in it. I know the feel of her ass pressed against my cock, and I know the curve of her hips beneath my palms.
I fucking love it all.
Every. Piece.
Normally, I’m ready for this part of the night to end and get to the sex, but she feels too damn good in my arms to rush this. It’s the most fun I’ve had at foreplay in… well… ever. I’m content to be right here, grinding into her. It’s just going to make taking her later tonight that much sweeter. I might sound presumptuous, but the way she’s grinding on my dick and pressing her tight little body against mine, I know she wants it just as bad as I do.
Electricity courses through my veins. Very rarely do I get this worked up. It’s usually me sitting at the bar. We make eye contact, I buy her a drink, and she comes over to say thank you. She mentions that she knows who I am, and that’s when I spell it out for her.
One night.
No strings.
No exchange of numbers.
No happily ever after.
Just sex.
Those are the rules, and I’ve never had anyone balk at them, and I’ve never been tempted for a repeat. Although if anyone was going to tempt me, it would be this beauty in my arms.
She turns in my arms, locking her hands behind my neck. Her body is pressed against mine, and my cock is as hard as it’s ever been in my life. My hands are on her hips, but I need her closer. I’m not sure if that’s even possible. What I do know is that this woman is intoxicating, and I can’t get enough of her. Sliding my hands from her waist, I let them fall to the top of her ass and hold her close. My forehead lowers to her as we sway to the music. My chest is rapidly rising and falling, and hers matches my rhythm.
Good to know I’m not the only one affected by the intensity flowing between us. Song after song plays over the speakers, and neither one of us seems ready to let go. When she lifts her head, I lower mine. I lick my lips in anticipation as she bites down on hers. I’m going to kiss her, and she’s going to let me. I lean in a little closer. I can feel her hot breath mingle with my own. This is it. I lower a little closer, but before I get a chance to see if her lips are as soft as they look, we’re bombarded by her friends. One of them taps on her shoulder, pulling her attention from me to them.
One of them motions that she needs a drink, and my dancing partner nods in agreement. She pulls away from me and loops arms with her friend as they make their way to the bar. I stand there and stare after her. She doesn’t even look back at me. Two women slide up next to me. One moves to my front while the other takes my back. However, I can’t even appreciate the hot girl sandwich they’re making out of me because I’m still staring after the girl with the long dark hair and big blue eyes. Who just… dismissed me?
What. The. Fuck?
Stepping away from the handsy twins, I make my way to the bar. I slide up next to her and place my hand on the small of her back. “What are you drinking?”
She turns to look at me. “I’m good, thanks.”
“Come on, love. I just had my cock and my hands all over you. The least you can do is let me buy you a drink before we get out of here.”
I see her shoulders stiffen as she turns to face me. “First of all”—she holds up one slender finger “I’m not your love. Second of all, we were dancing. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.”
