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He does as I ask, one leg between mine, with one hand still on my hip. My arms are still hung loosely over his shoulders, which gives him a perfect angle to play. His eyes on mine as we roll our bodies together, slowly. It looks innocent enough. I’m dancing up close to him and his free hand is high on my ribcage. But his thumb brushes the side of my breast and the current that runs through me almost makes me drop to the floor.
“I can feel how fucking hot your pussy is riding me, Honey.” Eli speaks and all I can respond with is a small moan. “Can you feel how hard you’ve got me? Fuck, I can’t wait until I’ve got my dick inside you.”
“It’s not about you right now, Eli.” I purr his name. “You issued a dare, and I’d like to see you make good on it.”
The corner of his lip turns up and he pinches my nipple.
“Oh!”
“Do you like that? Are you ready to come right here on the dance floor in front of all these people?”
With every word he speaks, I bear down on his thigh, our lips inches apart. I feel his hot breath against my neck as I pull him closer.
“Honey, I want to hear you.”
With his forefinger and thumb, he rolls my nipple through my tank, back and forth, and pushes my body down against his leg with his hand on my hip. My body tightens up. I’m going to come right here, just like he said. He wraps his arm around my back, pulling me in close to him. Just as I hit my peak, he nips at my neck, which only tips me over the edge harder.
“There it is. Let it go for me. Fuck, I love the way you sound.”
My body quakes against him and my moans are low and drawn out. He continues playing with me, all the while talking me through it, our bodies rocking in tune to the music. “This is only the start, Honey. I’m going to work you all night long. You’re going to be begging me to stop.”
“I’ll never tell you to stop.” Breathlessly, I reply and sag against him. “I can’t get close enough to you right now. Take me home, Eli.”
CHAPTER3
EZEKIEL
I’m aboutto fuck this chick right here on the dance floor. And any other night, any other girl, I would do just that.
Okay, maybe not on the dance floor. I do have standards. But I would definitely take her to the back, or to the upstairs VIP room.
But Honey? I don’t want anyone else near her. I’ve got some primal male, ‘make her mine’ thing going on right now and all I can think about is getting her out of this bar and into my bed with no one else looking at her.
Her needy words of ‘take me home, Eli’, are whispered only to me and I oblige. Moments later, I’m pulling her by the hand as we approach the front door to the bar. She’s busy clinging to me and I’m busy kissing her while still trying to keep her hidden. She doesn’t notice the bouncer guiding me into one of the nearest private cars that sit outside, waiting to take members of the team home.
With a guest.
We’re closed into the back. The privacy screen is up and I pull her onto my lap. She wiggles and rides me oh, so slowly, and it’s torture. She’s smirking as she does it, leaving me to believe I’ve met my match in the teasing department.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Very much so.”
We arrive outside my building and I hurry her inside and into the elevator. My doorman nods his head but doesn’t dare look me in the eye. We take it to the top floor, the doors open, and we step into my penthouse.
We’re totally consumed with each other that she doesn’t notice the extravagance or she doesn’t care. I’m happy with either outcome.
Still with her hand in mine, I lead her to my bedroom, passing the open windows that extend over the city. The lights twinkle and there’s no need for any additional light. The moon shines through the rooms, casting shadows that only make her more enticing.
I cup her face and kiss her. Softly, slowly. There’s something about her that makes me want to take my time. She makes me want to slow down, get to know her and learn what she likes. It’s not just about what I can get from her. I’m used to women giving me what I want. I don’t even have to ask. They’re eager to drop and suck me off, ride me, and then they’re out the door.
They can add my famous name to their list and I could give a shit what their name is. It’s a win-win all around.
But Honey? Iwantto give. Iwantto give her more than the orgasm I gave her in the club. I want to bring her to full-on ecstasy with every touch. I want to see her writhe under my hands, calling my name. I want to give her all of me.
My heart skips a beat with those thoughts bouncing around.
“What kind of spell did you put on me, woman?”
