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“Babe?” Yasmin asked.
I jerked out of the fantasy in which Karson and I were the only ones on the dance floor, and we were naked.
“You want to share a car with me?” she asked, glancing at her phone. “It’s here now.”
I blinked at her before looking into the shadows past the still crowded dance floor.
“I’m going to stay,” I declined, looking back at my friend.
She glanced toward the dance floor in understanding, obviously thinking that I was looking at the man I’d been grinding on earlier.
“Be safe,” she said, leaning in to kiss my cheek.
I smiled at her. “What would be the fun in that?”
Zoe leaned in to kiss me on the cheek too.
Once they left, it was just me and Stella. I regarded her. Her skin was still slightly flushed, and her eyes were wide, awake. Even the way she moved was different. Like she was surer of herself. More comfortable in her own skin.
My heart warmed for her, even though I knew the road to the end of whatever this thing was with Jay was going to be bumpy. Men like Jay, with rules and arrangements about relationships, didn’t admit to their true feelings easily.
He’d hurt her first. At some point. I just had to hope he was smart enough to rectify such mistakes. Or we’d be forced to ruin him.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay on your own?” she asked.
I pursed my lips at her. “Honey, I can more than handle myself with some club rat.”
She smirked as she stood up, obviously eager to get back to her man. More kisses and goodbyes were exchanged before we both went our separate ways.
I was on the dance floor for less than a minute before hands landed on my hips and my body was yanked to the hard torso of a man. Karson’s scent enveloped me, even amidst the mix of sweat and aftershave permeating the dance floor.
My blood turned hot as I moved against him, rubbing my back against his front.
“Sweetheart, you keep moving on me like that, I’ll have to kill everyone on this dance floor for seeing you like this, then our secret will be out,” he murmured in my ear.
My eyes swung to the crowd around us, people who hadn’t existed until that moment.
Some were watching us. Even though it was the early hours of the morning and most of these people were drunk or high or both, whatever Karson and I had tore through the highest of highs.
Stella was still here, presumably up in Jay’s office. I doubted that she was using her time alone with the man she was falling in love with to stare at the dance floor, but I also wasn’t ready to take this public.
And even I drew the line at fucking for a crowd.
Not that I judged.
So I turned, mouth inches from Karson’s, peering up at him. My hand gripped the back of his neck before I yanked him down so I could whisper in his ear. “Take me home and fuck me like you promised.”
His hands gripped my hips even tighter.
Then he whisked me off the dance floor.
We didn’t make it home.
I started pawing at Karson midway through the drive, squirming in my seat, desperate for friction, for release.
Karson had made a growling sound in the back of his throat, pulled the car onto a road leading to a now deserted stretch of beach, got out of the car, opened the door then lifted me bodily until my heels sunk into the sand, my palms flat on the side of the car. He then yanked up the skirt of my dress and took me right there.
It was pure and carnal fucking. Animalistic. Brutal. Absolutely glorious.
