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I kept eyeing her off as she chatted with some guy with ruffled hair, wearing a green jacket and reeking of wealth. Although I tried not to make this sudden obsession obvious, her eyes kept finding mine. Like she was waiting for me to look.

All I wanted was Savanah, especially after feeling her sexy body pressing against mine. But somehow a bouncy, flirty blonde attached herself to me.

It had been a while since I felt a woman’s body. Only Collette wasn’t the woman I craved.

After seeing Savanah up that ladder, my cock refused to go limp. I had to hang my shirt over my jeans. To make matters worse, I saw more than just her curvy arse. I also glimpsed at her hair-free pussy, and now all I could think of was having a taste. Or more like a fucking banquet. She’d made my dick restless. Starved for pussy. Only I wanted her pussy, not some stranger’s.

“Come on, then.” Collette pulled on my hand.

I snapped out of the sexual fantasy playing havoc with my libido and followed Collette to the dance floor. I turned, and Savanah’s eyes met mine with a question.

It was a party. People danced. I didn’t normally. But I needed something to take my mind off the fantasy rolling on in my head of Savanah, naked, and sliding over my cock. I just hoped Collette wouldn’t grind against me. She’d get the wrong impression since my dick demanded attention.

A DJ had taken over from the band. I’d been told that normally the parties went into the early hours, and being midnight, the ballroom had converted into a nightclub. At least I wasn’t working the door, turning away packs of prowling males.

I liked James Brown, so I found it easy to groove along to the beat. Collette shimmied her shoulders, her tits close to spilling out of that low-cut dress.

I preferred mystery myself.

Collette turned her back to me and practically rubbed her butt on my groin. I took a step back just as Savanah joined the dance floor with her good-looking rich boy. She swayed and twirled teasingly to the thumping beat.

If only I could have swapped partners, but reluctant to offend Collette, I kept some distance from her gyrating body. Instead, I ogled Savanah, whose smooth, undulating moves won her the first prize for dancing.

Having had enough to drink, I dropped the modesty act and made my move, dancing up close to Savanah. Her dance mate gave me a strange look, as did Collette, especially when I took Savanah’s hand.

She gave me a puzzled smirk as I led her away to the other side of the room.

“Hey, that was cheeky,” she yelled over the music.

“I didn’t like the way he looked at you.”

She stopped dancing, and her eyes widened. No more shocked than me. Acting like a tomcat was not my style. But Savanah was not like any woman I’d ever known. And by that, I didn’t mean her wealth. If anything, I found that aspect a big turnoff.

I stood so close that our noses nearly touched. With those provocative, serpentine moves, she had me imagining her gyrating and bouncing naked all over me.

Taking her soft hand, I led her out of the ballroom.

By this stage of the night, everyone was drunk, lost in deep conversation in some corner of that enormous mansion, or outside doing weed and chasing each other around like children.

Savanah giggled. “Where are you taking me?” Her hand in mine triggered electrical sparks through me. Now, that was a new sensation. Never had that before from just holding a girl’s hand.

“Somewhere dark and away from sleazy old men and young girls.”

She stopped walking. “Then this isn’t the right path. Because there will be a few of those lurking in those wee bushes.”

Her Irish accent made me laugh.

“Let’s go around the back of the hall, and I will show you the rest of the house if you like.”

“That sounds good.” I smiled.

We walked in silence along the pathway and past a table of drinking and smoking staff. Savanah waved to them. “Have one on me. It’s been a big night.”

They all cheered.

I liked how that family treated their workers. They paid well, and I hadn’t noticed that snooty attitude often associated with the wealthy and their subordinates.

“Are you always this generous with your staff?”

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