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Holly leaves the dance floor, and I grab Maren by her waist. “Oh no you don’t. My turn.”
She doesn’t hesitate to get close, turning her back to me. My hand is splayed on her stomach as she moves her body against mine. I can feel the deep breath she takes when I trail my lips up her neck to her ear.
“Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“About the dreams. I need details if I’m going to make them come true.”
She runs her fingers over my arm and rubs her ass against my crotch as she turns to reply into my ear. “You want to hear what happened in the one I had last night?”
“Hell yes, I do.”
“Okay.” We keep moving together, our hands exploring while she talks. “We were in this swanky hotel room. Real fancy. A huge bed sat in the middle. You brought restraints and attached them to the bedposts.”
Oh holy shit. This is going to be good. She’s going to reveal some kinks.
“Did I tie you up?”
She turns around and runs a fingertip over my lips. “Shh, let me finish.”
We’re going to finish with her screaming underneath me tonight, I know that much.
The music switches to a slow song and she wraps her arms around me, putting her head on my shoulder as she continues. “There was a huge jacuzzi tub and you filled it with hot water and sweet smelling oils for us. A box of my favorite chocolates sat beside it. You watched me take off my dress, my bra, and finally my panties. But I wanted to undress you myself before you could touch me.”
“I took my time, unbuttoning your shirt, and I had to stop to lick your nipple because I know how you love that.” While she’s talking, she runs her hand over my chest.
And now I’m hard in the middle of a dance floor.
“Once I had you naked, I ran my hands over every inch of you before you stepped into the bubbly hot water. You looked up at me and held out your hand for me to join you.” She leans in and flicks her tongue over my earlobe. “Do you want to guess what happened next?”
“You got your gorgeous ass in the tub and rode me?”
My hands find her ass, and she grinds against me as she whispers, “Better. I told you to close your eyes and when you opened them again, I shoved a toaster into the tub and watched the sparks fly. Then I ate the chocolates.”
It takes me about half a second to realize what she said, and two things happen. First, I let out a laugh loud enough to draw attention from everyone around us and at the same time, I realize I’m going to marry this woman someday. No one will ever keep me on my toes like she does and I fucking love it.
The evil grin stamped on her face shows how pleased she is with herself. “I had you going.”
“Are you proud of that?”
“Absolutely.” She beams at me and doesn’t resist when I plant a kiss on her lips. It doesn’t matter that she thinks we aren’t dating or that she still tries to deny we have anything other than a physical connection. Whether she wants to admit it or not, she’s different around me now. Her sharp tongue and insults still get aimed my way, but the edge is gone. That hate in her eyes when I arrived has fizzled to…something. Frustration? That’s my best guess because she’s definitely annoyed that she doesn’t dislike me. She tries to. Many times, I’ve seen her swallow a smile before she tells me to fuck off over one thing or another. Like she’s reminding herself I’m an enemy.
I’m winning her over. “You’re coming home with me tonight.”
“Is that right?” Her words slur a little, and I realize she’s drunker than I thought.
“You can’t hold your liquor,” I tease.
Her hand slips up my nape, and she grabs a fistful of my hair. “I like to hold my licker by the hair. Sometimes by the ears.”
Her drunk giggles are adorable, but she needs some water if I’m not going to end up carrying her out of here. “Later, sweetheart. Come on. Let’s get some water.”
“Not your sweetheart,” she says, and I swear, it’s become an automatic response that she always gives, and I ignore. Because she is and she’s damn well going to admit it one day. She fans herself, pulling her shirt away from her skin. “But a bottle of water sounds good. I’m hot.”
We return to the table where she joins Louise and Lila while I head up to the bar to get the water. I’m not gone five minutes, but when I turn around, a familiar asshole is standing behind Maren’s chair. The ex-boyfriend again.
I’m not sure what he says, but she gets to her feet and shoves a finger in his face. Whatever she’s saying isn’t anything he wants to hear. He doesn’t see me approaching. If he did, he probably wouldn’t have put a hand on her shoulder. She recoils, shrugging it off, but before either of them can say anything, I grab him.
