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“I’m glad you enjoyed it. It’s one of the elite dining establishments on the island. The clubs we’re hitting are all exclusive. Lucky for us, I’m a member.”
“Thank god we’re doing it up Quinton Starks’s way,” Gerry teases, remembering the tourist death trap.
I’ve dropped a ridiculous amount of money already tonight; I know she’s noticed, but I don’t care. I want to share my life with her … my lifestyle. She might as well start seeing it.
We stop at the first club. Steve opens the limo door and camera flashes are already taking flight. I squint, shielding my eyes as I stand. Amelia slips that beautiful ringless hand in mine. She looks at me like I’m her king.Which I am.She’s fucking gorgeous. Her tits look hot in the extreme v-plunge club dress with thin ass spaghetti straps; the back is completely open and rests just above her hips. Amelia is taking it all in: red carpeted entrances, crowds, and cameras. Her diamond looks gorgeous. I need to rectify that ring situation.
She glides with the perfect amount of sexy and sass; she does look like a model with that face and the way her hips naturally move. She’s picking up Tina and Tierra’s suave mannerisms perfectly. I like my sex appeal swagger. I’m hot with a fucking hot woman on my arm. She will be my wife.
I stand at the door, talking with the bouncer. I like to watch the gang walk like they own the damn place. She was right, they do give off a certain vibe.Good!
“Right this way Mr. Starks, your VIP booth is ready.” I watch Amelia take in the surroundings as we walk. It’s loud, screams money, and has sex appeal. I like the bluish color that illuminates the joint. There are several levels and bars everywhere. Tables, private lounges, and the VIP areas.
“What would you like to drink, sweetheart?” I yell over the music.
“Surprise me.” I grin as I order a tropical coconut rum punch concoction. She loved the rum punch earlier during the day.
She’s grinning like a virgin club hopper. “You’ve never seen anything like this, have you?” Tierra screams.
“No.” Amelia is beaming. “This is gorgeous.” I grin as our drinks arrive. “Wow, that’s fast.” She takes her drink. “Mmm … this is good.” She’s practically dancing.
“Fast because you’re in Quinton Starks’ VIP section,” Michael says, tossing his shot. The lady brings another one immediately.
I don’t even try to deny it as I toss my gin. I touch the rim of my glass with my finger, and she returns with a new one. Amelia noticed the subtle gesture with my hand.
“Are you some badass, a big shot yourself Mr. Starks?” she purrs in my ear. I grin, watching her.
“I just like things handled properly and efficiently.” I do have a huge ego and am quite arrogant. This is no secret to my sweet Amelia. She’s dancing in her seat; that drink must be strong. I point to her drink. “Good?”
She nods, sipping, and covers my mouth. I sip the drink from her beautiful lips. Fuck she turns me on. I lace my hand through her hair, pulling her hard against my open-mouth kiss. My tongue dives deep with passion swirling and tasting her. She moans into my lips … she’s falling into me … she’s gone. She’s like puddy in my hands. I totally consume her lips, her mouth, her senses. She’s mine.
I fan the gang to hit the floor. I can hear them laughing as they leave. I curl my body over hers, running my hand up her dress. She gasps, “Mr. Starks.”
“Shh, kiss me.” I cover her lips, consuming her senses, our tongues are dancing to their own song. I slip my fingers past her lace panties. She’s fucking drenched. She’s tugging my hair, pulling me deeper into her kiss. She gasps into my mouth as I slip my finger through her wet folds. Our eyes meet. I grin, covering her lips again. She whimpers as I start fingering her with that come-hither motion that drives her insane. I’m totally working her up, she’s breathing wild and going insane against my fingers. “Give me your come Amelia,” I whisper into her lips. “Scream, no one is going to hear.” She lets go of her reserve, and I finger fuck her until she releases her silk over me. Fuck she’s hot. I slip my silk-glazed fingers from her sex, pulling her back up to sitting position. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing ragged and her eyes are sparkling.
I laugh as she looks at me. I touch her thighs, she’s holding them tight. “You’re horny aren’t you sweet Amelia?”
“Yes, for you.” She grins, sipping her drink. All in good time sweetheart.
A good grinding song floods the sound system. “You want to dance?” I know she does. I laugh as she jumps up, grabbing my hands. I lead her through the bouncing bodies and I twirl her into my chest. I shift my legs in between hers, we drop and start grinding on one another. Our bodies naturally get lost in the music and we’re swaying our torsos front to back, our hips locked; she wraps her leg around my hip for the dips. We look like we just walked off the set of the originalDirty Dancingmovie. I know she’s sensitive, her face is telling me she feels good.
The first song we danced to is now blaring through the club. She grins, remembering. I twirl her back against my chest and spray my big hand across her tight tummy; we start to sway, just like that night. I stroke up and down her sexy body; she leans her head against me, her arms reaching behind my head, lacing my hair with those beautiful fingers. Only now I’ve had all of her, seen all of her. And I want more, I want all of her. Mine!
I drop my face into her neck, kissing her skin. Damn she tastes good. I look down at her sexy hips rocking into me. The diamond looks fabulous on her. She has her head turned to the side, her eyes watching me. I grin, meeting her gaze. I kiss her soft lips. She smiles at me as she closes her eyes and lets herself get lost in me.
Another song plays, and I wrap my arms tighter around her waist, kissing up and down her neck. I don’t see anything other than my beautiful Amelia. She’s so perfect. I open my eyes when I feel hands coming up around my chest from behind; Tina is grooving against me. Michael is coming up the front of Amelia.
I laugh, he’s making ‘she’s hot’ faces. I don’t care, she can dance with anyone in our gang. I release her into his arms. She laughs as Andy comes up behind her. Tierra is climbing my front. “Yeah,” she squeals and starts rolling her hips. I grab her waist, she’s working it against me.
Amelia is laughing, rolling her hips, breaking it down sandwiched in between Andy and Michael. She looks fucking hot. It’s like her and Tierra are feeding off one another. She turns her beautiful hips, shaking and rolling them. She’s holding Michael’s shoulders as he’s working down her body. Her tits are practically in his face. She shimmies her shoulders lacing her hands through her hair. She may be dancing her fabulous body against Michael and Andy, but she never lost my gaze.
I see the bodies moving all around us as we dance that single guy dance, admiring Tierra, Tina, and Amelia grinding on each other.
“Our women are hot.” Michael grins.
“Yeah, they are,” I agree, watching a group of douches eyeing them. “I knew it would only be a matter of time.” Michael and Andy turn. “They’ve got company.”
Andy grins. “I think our ladies can take care of it.”
