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Chapter One
Cherry
It needed to stop. Little bells in my head said we needed to cool it, but how could I tell him that when I wanted everything he was doing to me? And then some.
He tasted of pricey whiskey and bad decisions. Every fiber of his being was built into sculpted muscle with delicious dips and bumps I wanted under my tongue. He smelled masculine, powerful and like my every fantasy I could ever dream of. I knew for a fact from the hardening of my nipples and creaming of my panties he would give me pleasures beyond my wildest dreams by simply dancing with the man. His strong hands held me close as he took the kiss deeper, ravishing my mouth. Our bodies followed the heavy thumping rippling throughout Los Angeles’ hottest night club, and the longer we danced the more I wanted him. And neither of us seemed to care about the other patrons. Let them look. I knew for certain I would never be inside these walls again so tonight was a one shot kinda night.
My ample curves molded to his harder body, and I let the rhythm of the dance sway my hips. Which he seemed to like. His grip tightened on my ass, and I ground a little harder. Feeling his arousal for me sent a flood of girl cum to wet the strip of cloth between my legs. When it came time to peel them off, I knew they would be molded to my wet folds.
He growled into my mouth as both my arms went around his neck. A little tug and God have mercy the press of the massive, throbbing cock through his dress pants against me nearly had my legs going around him right there on the dance floor.
I slipped my hands up a broad back and raked my nails down all that hard muscle. We were surrounded by L.A.’s most elite, and I could feel eyes glued to us. But I didn’t care.
Thick hair met my curious fingers as I cupped the back of his head. Our tongues danced just like the rest of our bodies, and I swear I could feel the whispers of an orgasm pulling on strings deep inside. If he were to reach around and flick my clit, I would wet his hand right here on the dance floor in the middle of a throng of people.
I pulled back and stared into the eyes of my gorgeous stranger with his hands currently slipping under the frilled edge of my halter top.
This was it. Go through with letting this man love my body the way it should be or walk like I always did when it came time to level up. Not that I had anything against sex—I loved it. Or knew I would if I ever got that far with a man. God, what was wrong with me?
Several things. I didn’t want to open that book tonight. But yeah. Intimacy was a foreign word to me. Hugs, hearing I love you, or even getting a hearty pat on the back was just unheard of in my home. Sure, my parents loved me but God forbid those words ever be uttered.
Looking into the dark eyes of my possible lover, I figured I could either wait for the ring and white wedding dress as my mother demanded or do this one thing for me. No one needed to know. Not like I was looking to walk the aisle anytime soon.
All the other men that run in my circle thought landing the powerful corporate lawyer Theo Connor’s daughter as arm candy would boost them up the corporate ladder and earn them favors.
Ugh. Just the thought gave me hives. So, yeah, that didn’t sit well with me.
I’m no one’s arm candy or stepping ladder. If anyone’s going to use the Conner name it would be me. In fact, I’m already a year into law school with the expectation of graduating a year early. I guess law runs in the blood. So, no frilly white dress for me. Not yet anyway. Maybe one day, if the right man came along.
That put me in a pickle. You see, here’s the thing. While I don’t need a man, I did crave the pleasure of having one love my body and give me toe-curling ecstasy the same way my best friend kept raving about with her new boyfriend. I just needed a man who didn’t know my name and wasnotlooking for a permanent hookup. And it seemed my beautiful stranger was on the same page with me.
His dark eyes were pinned to my hard nipples and his hands worked wonders with the plump curves of my ass.
I’m a little rounder than the tall, runway thin girls strutting by wrapped around one billionaire or another. That was fine. I loved my curves like they loved their size zero.
My hot stranger leaned in and the scruff of his stubble scraped against my chin. I felt it all the way to my clit, and I shuddered in his arms.
Warm lips caressed my pulse point, and the jagged little edges of the protective wall I’ve kept around myself for too long weakened.
Holy shit he was good.
He made me glad I decided to go out tonight instead of staying home. Finals were a killer so I deserved a night out for drinks with my best friend. Only she didn’t show due to a work schedule change, but by that time I was already here. And my hot dancer already had me in his arms.
He didn’t waste time wondering if he could ask me to dance either. Our eyes locked over the rim of our drinks from half a club away. Thirty seconds later I felt all of his hard body caress my softer one as we moved across the floor in a slow Latin number that melted panties off women when they had the right partner.
And I did.
And oh boy could this man dance.
A sudden prick of doubt crept up for feeling so damn turned on for a stranger but if I didn’t take control, what would ever change in my life? I’ll forever be the virgin rule follower.
No!
As if he could read my hesitancy, or maybe he felt a small shift in my body, he pulled us to the side of the dance floor where the darkness shadowed our faces from the crowd.
Locking gazes, he slipped a hand around my nape and captured my lips in a slow burn kiss. His tongue swiped over the soft seam of my lips. I opened for him and I’m ready to take this to the next step. I’m ready to jump as long as he was there to catch me.
“Let’s get out of here,” he husked in a soothing low baritone that had me creaming for him.
