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poken about you, but she didn’t tell me how gorgeous you were.”
Coming from any other guy I would think that was just a cheesy come-on to get me in bed, but the look in his eyes tells me he means it. His eyes show genuine appreciation, not animal lust.
“Thank you,” I say, blushing slightly. “I’m sorry.” I shake my head slightly. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage. Jessika didn’t tell me about you until we got here.”
He clutches his chest, feigning pain. “Ouch.”
I laugh and wrinkle my nose. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way. She just knows I probably wouldn’t have come out if I had known this was some sort of setup. I’m not really in a place for much of a personal life at the moment.”
He nods. “Understandable. Truth is, I almost refused when Marcus asked me. He was very adamant though because he didn’t want to let Jessika down.”
When the waitress drops off our drinks, Jessika and Marcus break apart long enough to place their order, before lip locking again. Marcus’s hand creeps up Jessika’s thigh, and I see a small glimpse of her black panties.
I jerk my head away and look back at Dean. Points for him because he’s not looking at my friend and what she’s currently revealing.
“Ever been here before?” he asks, setting his drink on the table.
“A few times, but it’s been a while.”
He looks around the room, then back at me. “I’ve been a member for three years, and I’m still surprised by some of the things I see.”
I knew Marcus was a member. It’s how Jessika met him. I also know it’s hard to get a membership. Jessika got one because she’s friends and works with the girl who’s dating the owner. Tera is her name, I believe.
“It’s definitely different than any other place I’ve been.” Of course, I really haven’t been to many clubs or bars, so I don’t have much to compare it to.
We sit and chat for a while. Dean tells me he works at the same law firm as Marcus. He graduated five years ago, which puts him at around thirty-one years old. He and Marcus are both vying for a partnership position, attesting to just how strong their friendship is, because I know how competitive lawyers can be.
I tell him about my job dispatching while also going to school to earn my nursing degree, explaining my dream to work in obstetrics. We talk about both of our families. Dean seems very interested in what I have to say, and I have to admit, it’s nice. He seems like a very sweet and sincere guy.
I try really hard to keep my eyes on him and not the gyrating bodies around us. Although I think I do a pretty good job at managing it, I still feel the sexual energy in the room. I continuously cross and uncross my legs to try to help relieve the ache that’s building between them. The slight moans, the heat, and even the heavy petting going on from my friends make it worse. Having Dean across the table, looking hotter the longer we sit here, isn’t helping matters either. Add in that I haven’t gotten laid in two years, and I’m a bundle of sexual nerves waiting to burst.
From the sweat breaking out on Dean’s forehead, I don’t think he’s doing much better.
Suddenly, I lean across the table toward him. “Do you want to dance?”
He looks toward the dance floor, then nods and stands. “I’d love to.”
A quick glance at his slacks shows my assessment was correct. There’s a noticeable bulge. A bulge that makes my neediness grow even more.
Damn… I really do need to get laid.
With a wave to Jessika and Marcus, which they don’t see because they’re still going at each other, Dean leads me across the dance floor. We stop at the edge, and he turns me around to face him.
As he pulls me toward him with his hands on my waist, the look in his eyes has my body heat rising. My arms curl around his neck and my hands delve into his hair. Our bodies are flush together, and I feel his hardness against my lower stomach. It sends shivers over my body. He notices my reaction, because his eyes turn darker.
“Fuck,” he mutters. I’m glad I’m not the only one affected.
With a sexy grin, I turn my body around and lean back against him, making sure my ass fits snugly against his erection. I have no clue where this new boldness is coming from, but at the moment, I’m enjoying myself.
His hands band around my waist and his fingers dig into my flesh. I rest my head back against his shoulder and lift my arms around his neck. I feel sexy and desired as we sway to the music, something I haven’t felt in a long time.
Hot breath meets the side of my neck, and goose bumps appear on my skin. I lift my head and open my eyes, ready to turn back and face him, when my gaze clashes with a set of dark ones. It only takes me a minute to realize they belong to the man I saw on the street earlier today. The one who stared at me with dark hunger. I was shocked at the way he looked at me then, just as shocked as I am right now. He’s a complete stranger, but there’s something about him that has my body reacting to his blatant want of me.
He’s sitting in a chair right at the edge of the dance floor. His nearly black hair is a little longer on the top than it is on the sides. His eyes have me pinned exactly where he wants me. He’s gripping a beer bottle on the table, and his legs are spread wide. He looks relaxed, but I see the rigid line of his lips and the downward slash of his dark brows. He’s tense, but he’s also turned on.
I release Dean’s hair and trail my nails over his neck as I bring my arms down. Mystery man keeps his eyes on me as I skim my fingers down my sides to the tops of my thighs. This is supposed to be a tease for him, but he’s not the only one being tortured. My inner thighs become damp from the sensual show I’m giving.
Lips trail up my neck, and I tip my head to the side, not only because it feels good, but also to see Mystery man’s reaction. Satisfaction flares within me when it’s obvious he likes what he sees. My eyes follow his hand when he reaches down to adjust himself. They widen when he moves it away, and I see a large bulge. He tips the bottle to his lips, takes a swallow, sets it down, and with a sexy smirk, gets more comfortable in his seat.
