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I am normally the last woman in the world to make out with a hot stranger outside a bar, but today is not a normal day.
Tonight, I just want to remember what it feels like to be young and carefree. Maybe I’m ready to let go of my everyday life for one night. Maybe I just want to feel young, single, and free for an evening. Maybe I want this man to devour me and make me forget my name.
The reality of my life will be there waiting for me tomorrow. I want to just let myself go. It’s not like staying home and being responsible has gotten me very far in life, thus far. It’s not like I’m Zara Hathaway, gorgeous single female breaking hearts across the five boroughs. I can’t even remember the last time I had a date. Actually, that’s not quite true. It was with Mike, a fireman I’d met at the park. And I spent the night watching him slide down a pole, literally. I’m not sure who told him that was a turn-on for women, but I left after the tenth time he slid down and started dancing like he was performing some sort of weird Magic Mike dance, though he wasn’t taking off his clothes, and he couldn’t dance very well.
“So that means you’re not going to run away at midnight then?” His brows furrow as he pulls back slightly, his eyes dancing, and I grin, feeling happier than I have in a while. I’m grateful for the joy and lightness that fill me at this moment.
“I may run away at midnight, but there won’t be any glass slippers left behind.”
“That’s good.” He smirks and runs his fingers down the side of my body and along the curve of my breast. “Because I’m no Prince Charming. I wouldn’t pick up a glass slipper, even if you dropped one. I have no intention of riding my white steed or sitting in the back of a horse-drawn carriage to come and find you.”
“That’s good.” I moan as he undoes another button on my shirt and then another. “I’d hate to have to fake happiness if I ever saw you again.” He undoes all the buttons and slips his warm hand against my stomach and up to my bra. I wonder if anyone is watching us. I don’t look around to check. “Tonight is enough.” One magical night where I can feel like someone I’m not.
“You just want one night?” His eyebrows raise, and I can tell that most women don’t just want one night with him. I normally wouldn’t be entering a situation I knew would just be for one night, but this man is not a part of my world and would never be. I have far too many battles to face than to have to add a too cocky, too handsome, and too sexy man to the mix. I can’t afford to be distracted. I need to find a new job, study for and take the LSAT, and figure out how to get into a top part-time law school program so I can become an attorney and make more money to support everyone. The entire process feels daunting, but it feels like my purpose in life right now. Not dalliances with men whose eyes make my heart race and skip too many beats.
“Who says I even want one full night?” I tease him, and he chuckles as he traces circles around my palms with his index finger. A cab races past us on the street and loudly blows its horn at someone. We both look over for a few moments and then share a smile.
“Trust me when I say you will not want to miss one second of this night.” He presses his lips to mine, his eyes not breaking contact with mine. “If it’s going to be one night, I’ll give you the Jac—I mean, Zeus special.”
“Hopefully, it’s not a ninety-nine-cent special.”
“More like a buy one, get one free.” He winks.
“You don’t look like the sort of man who goes for a bogo deal.” I laugh while my skin trembles, being so close to him.
“You’d be surprised by what I go for.” He runs a finger down the side of my face and leans forward to suck on my lower lip. “I’m willing to tell you if you want.”
“Um, a fantasy?”
“Maybe,” he says and my mind flashes to my latest love column I’m writing for the New York Social Magazine. A wife had written in asking how to move forward in her relationship after her husband of three years had admitted that his biggest fantasy was to make love to her while they were both dressed as My Little Ponies. She admitted in her email that she asked him to share his deepest and darkest desires as a way to get closer, but she’d been thinking of ass-play or whips. Not dressing up as furries. I watch Zeus for a moment and pray he doesn’t bring up anything about costumes.
“What?” Zeus asks, a questioning look in his eyes as I giggle.
“I’ve just learned recently that sometimes you don’t want to know everything about a person and their desires.” I run my fingers down his chest and up under his shirt. His stomach is taut and warm, and he inhales deeply at my touch. His fingers are now cupping my bra, and I think it’s about time we find a place to continue our foreplay before we get arrested for putting on a too public display.
“So, you’re saying you don’t want to know what I’m hoping is going to happen?”
“I’m saying that I don’t really care.” I throw my head back in laughter at his surprised gaze. “Now, stop talking and remind me why I’ve decided to throw caution to the wind and allow you to sweep me off my feet tonight.”
“Oh, honey,” he says, whispering in my ears, “I’m not about to sweep you off of your feet; I’m about to slide you out of your very wet panties. Trust me when I say you won’t need reminding about this night—ever.” His eyes narrow as he smirks, and I push him back slightly and raise my chin.
“Who says I’m wearing panties?” I bite down on my lower lip and then lick my top lip slowly. He pushes his hardness against my stomach, slips my bra cup down, and rubs his palm against my nipple. I swallow hard at the feel of him.
“I can check.” He moves a hand to the top of my jeans, and I stop him. I’m lying, of course. I’m wearing panties, but I quite like acting like I’m not. He grins, pulls my bra back up, and holds my hand tightly in his grip. He moves toward the road, and I know that this is it.
I am so ready and willing to have the time of my life.
Tonight, I’m ready to let my freak flag fly.
Tonight, I am going to let Zeus have his dirty way with me.
And I’m going to enjoy every moment.
6
Jackson
Zara is giving me not so subtle fuck-me glances, and I know that I need her in my bed within the next thirty minutes. She has me harder than a nine iron. She’s sexy and funny, and that’s a deadly combination.
