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“What do you want, kitten?”
“You.” I pant.
His fingers plunge into my core as he continues to suck my clit. The profanities leaving my mouth are incoherent, and my knees shake when I come. He stands, smirking down at me, tugging me closer as he settles between my legs. I open them wider, wrapping myself around him, my hips tipping off the table. Denton’s eyes don’t leave mine as he slowly enters me until he’s so deep inside me, I wonder how I manage to take all of him. He withdraws his cock and plunges into me over and over again, his fingers digging into my hips.
“I need it harder.” I plead. He gives me just what I need, fucking me until my body jerks on the table, my breasts bouncing. God, he feels so good, so fucking good.
He slams into me with a guttural groan, triggering another orgasm that has me screaming his name. His dick jerks inside of me as he shudders his release, panting when he’s done.
“Fuck, Bre.” I sit up, and his lips meet mine again in a punishing kiss. I hold onto him like he’s my lifeline. Is omitting the fact that I spent the last weekend with another man lying?
Everything about Denton and I is toxic, but I crave his brand of poison.
The upmarket cocktail bar Zack takes me to isn’t exactly an ideal setting for the conversation I need to have. The setting is almost intimate. I sip on my martini slowly. He undresses me with his eyes across the table between us.
“Thank you for the flowers,” I bite my lip, my stomach in knots.
“I figured that if I was going to get a second date, I had to impress,” he smirks. God, he is gorgeous, but I am in no way ready for a relationship, and the fact that I fucked Denton is a pretty glaring reason.
“Zack,” I start.
“Oh-oh, that is never a good start,” he chuckles.
“I like you, and I had a lot of fun,” I flush at the thought of it. “But, I am not interested in a relationship right now.”
“This is about this Denton guy?” he asks.
I take a big sip of my martini, nearly finishing it, recalling calling out Denton’s name while Zack fucked me.
I nod. “It’s a complicated mess, to be honest, and not one I want to bring someone else into.”
“I get that,” he flashes me another grin. “Thanks for being honest about it. But you don’t get off that easy. You’ve got to drink with me to nurse this broken heart.”
I laugh at that. He’s a sweet one, probably one of the reasons it would never work. I seem to prefer chaos and toxicity.
Zack and I are dancing, maybe a bit too close for comfort, when I spot Denton snaking through the crowd. “Fuck.”
“Everything okay?” Zack shouts.
“No,” I yell, just as Denton steps between Zack and me.
“Who the fuck are you?” Denton growls. Zack frowns, but I can tell he’s trying to keep cool.
“Can we get off the dancefloor so I can explain?” I tug at Denton’s shirt. The three of us move off the dancefloor and into the bar.
“Don’t make me ask you again.” Denton’s focus is solely on Zack.
“A friend,” Zack answers, his jaw ticking. “This him?” he looks around Denton at me.
I nod.
“Yeah, I’m him,” Denton growls.
“Denton, can you just chill the fuck out for a bit. What are you doing here anyway?”
“A meeting,” Denton growls.
“So you choose this hothead over me?” Zack asks. Oh, fuck!
