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This fucking tux, it’s making my skin crawl. Even when tailor made by the best in New York, it’s hard to squeeze my bulked out frame into. I undo the button under the dickie bow, instantly becoming less claustrophobic.
Icy air brushes against the back of my neck causing my jaw to clench as I whip my head round. Fucking useless bouncers. Last entry for gold VIP was half an hour ago. I clench my fists, and shuffle to the edge of the booth to lay into them. I come to an abrupt halt and all the air barrels out of my lungs.
Holy fuck.
The room stands still as I watch her flit through the door arm in arm with a leggy blonde, the kind I can imagine gives you a fucking headache after being around for an hour.
I can’t drag my eyes off this goddess.
I watch bouncer dickhead number two smirk and stare at her ass whilst she walks by, winking at dickhead bouncer number one. Just that alone makes my blood boil and I want to rage over there to smash their ugly mugs together.
My gaze instantly lands back on her. She is stunning, like no woman I’ve ever seen. Women rarely spark immediate interest from me; I make them work for the privilege. But this one, just one look and my dick is twitching.
Rubbing my cock under the table, I try to tame him. Nearing 30 and I’m sitting here with a hard on over a stranger. Perfect.
Her dark hair bouncing around her face is a perfect length to wrap around my hand. Which would give me perfect access to pull her head back to expose her slender collarbones.
Even from this distance, her bright blue eyes are captivating, piercing straight into my chest. Her frame is toned in all the right places, with an ass I’m itching to grab. That tight black dress is teasing me. Just the thought of ripping it off and seeing what is underneath sends electric shocks straight to my dick.Fuck, I need to get a grip.I groan into my hands as I rub them down my face.
I need to stay the fuck away from this woman. I don’t know what she has done to me, but it fills me with unease. I squeeze back into the booth and re-adjust myself under the table, abruptly whipping two fingers up, signaling my bartender to get me another drink.I need to drown this out now.
Two more Scotches later and my head is back in the game, Grayson the late prick is on his way, thank fucking Christ. I need the distraction. I can’t stop my gaze from finding her in the sea of people on the dancefloor. I’m mesmerized by her passionately rapping to Eminem with absolutely no shame, right in the middle of the dance floor. From this angle, I am getting a front row seat to one of the best shows I’ve seen. Her perfectly round ass has been taunting me for the last half an hour. Fuck Broadway, this is the best seat in the fucking house. I could watch her all night.
I am clearly not the only horny fucker to notice her. Every man watches her, admiring something they can never have. While the tight-lipped women scowl at her from a distance. She’s different from the other women here. She doesn’t belong, and she clearly doesn’t give a single fuck about that. It’s refreshing.
I huff and swallow the remains of my glass, instantly pissed off at the possibility of being in the same boat as them, but if I can’t have her, sure as hell no one fucking else can.
I need to leave and have a cold—fuck that, freezing shower, and go to bed. I reach into my pocket to pull out my phone to text Grayson:
Killer Keller
Wait till I see you in training tomorrow. Get some ice packs ready. Where.the.fuck.have.you.been?
Instantly he responds:
Grayson
Look forward to it *winky face*
I let out a laugh. The cocky asshole.
I shove the phone back in my suit jacket, going still as I do. Pure electricity shoots through me.What in the fuck?
A shriek next to me instinctively sets me into fighter mode. I whip my body around and thrust out my hand, grabbing the flailing woman who’s crashing toward the floor.
As soon as my hand connects with her body, a fire ignites within me, shooting straight from my hand into my cock.Fuck, I know exactly who this is.
The one woman I mentally decide I can’t and won’t have, lands straight on my lap using my dick as a joystick.
I peer down and scan her scrunched-up face, witnessing the horror flashing across it. She is now completely squinting as if she is trying to muster the strength to look me in the eye. Her hand still death grips my cock as if she is going to fall to the ground if she lets go. Little does she realize what these hands can do.
Her body pressing tightly against mine sends a warmth through me. I bring my head down slowly not to startle her and take a long breath in; she smells delicious like peaches, no doubt sweet, just like her. Again Keller- not the girl for you,I remind myself.
Smirking, I catch her left eye slightly opening. She is stiff as a board, her eyes roaming my appearance. She must like what she sees as I feel her breath hitch and her heart fluttering, visible in her slender neck.
Not thinking clearly, I lower my mouth to her ear and move her soft curls to the side. Honestly, I don't know what possesses me; the heat flowing through my veins, her hand holding on so tight to my hard cock, or just the sheer beauty of her. A breathy moan escaped her as I breathe in the sweet smell of her. It makes me imagine all kinds of ways to make her moan even more.
"Hey gorgeous, aren't you supposed to buy a man a drink before grabbing his dick?" I back away, smirking and anticipating her reaction.
