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“Sure,” she said. “Lead the way.”
Boldly, I reached for her hand, and she threaded her fingers through mine.
When we pushed through the throng and found my buddies once again, I was unsurprised to find our small table completely surrounded by them and a group of women.
“Boys, this is—” My introduction was cut off as one of the girls lunged forward and hauled Amara into a hug, squealing her name and other statements of excitement, her voice so high-pitched I was certain she was tearing the sound barrier to shreds. Or my eardrums, at the very least.
When Amara pulled away, she looked up at me with a smile. “I see our friends have met.”
“That they have,” I replied. “That makes me feel less guilty about hogging your attention for the rest of the night.”
“Who says I won’t be the one hogging yours?”
I stepped closer and pulled her against my body. “How about we agree that you stay right here for the rest of the night?”
“Here?” she said, shuffling her feet a little. “In this exact spot of this bar?”
“Smart ass,” I growled through a grin. “I meanthereas in at my side, and you know it.”
“And what if I find someone better?”
This girl.
“Trust me, Amara, you won’t findanyonebetter.”
“Is that so?”
“Definitely.”
She pressed impossibly closer, entering the danger zone of a beautiful woman in my personal space that meant my dick could come out to play at any moment. But still, I let her, settling my hands low on her hips, feeling the lush curves of her body beneath her flimsy top and short shorts.
Something about her had me wanting to test my limits, to push my luck, so I slid my hands even lower, resting them on the curve of her ass and lightly flexing the tips of my fingers against her flesh.
“Cal!” she protested with a giggle and light shove of my chest, attempting to put some space between us. Unfortunately for her, I was basically a brick wall.
The muscles she’d been feeling up earlier were hard-earned, thank you very much.
“What?” I said innocently, batting my eyes.
“You’re dangerous.”
I shot her a wolfish smile, but I silently agreed. Iwasdangerous. Dangerously on the verge of making this girl my entire personality.
A moment later, she stepped away from me, and I mourned the loss of her heat immediately. I meant what I said about her staying right next to me all night; I didn’t want to waste a second of time with her. The air around us shimmered with something new and exciting, and I wasn’t in a hurry to let it go. But she only went as far as her friends, and after a brief confab, she laced her fingers through mine and tugged me toward the stairs that led upward.
At first glance, it appeared to be only a mezzanine level, essentially a place where people could stand at the railing and survey the crowds below. In actuality, it was a loft, a VIP section of sorts, open to anyone in the club.
When we reached the top, I was pleased to find the random assortment of oversized chairs and couches arranged in conversational groupings were mostly empty.
It was intimate without being secluded, a way for us to have quiet conversation without being away from prying eyes where we could get in trouble.
Because this girl? She hadtroublewritten all over her. Not that I minded; it had been a long time since I’d had a little fun, always too focused on getting through my internship and landing a full time position to think too much about having sex—or the fact that I wasnothaving it.
I learned a lot about Amara in a short amount of time: she was twenty-three and recently graduated from the University of Tennessee, where she earned her business degree. Originally from the area, she decided to move home for the summer before she set off on her next adventure in Europe. I gathered her family was well-off but not in a showy, pretentious way. More in the quiet, old money kind. Amara loved to travel, and was able to do it frequently thanks to her family’s business, but she was also incredibly grounded in the sense that she seemed perfectly content to sit here with me, her legs slung across my lap in the armchair we shared, glass of white wine dangling from her long, pretty red-tipped fingers.
The other rested almost indecently high on my thigh, and her pinky was an inch from brushing my dick—mypainfully harddick.
“So what’s your story?” Amara asked after we’d gone shot for shot and I’d lost count of how many we’d done.
