Stanton Box Set

Bridget and Abbie come through the crowd. Bridget smiles and sits on the arm of my chair.

“Hi,” she smiles as she runs her hand over the top of my head.

“Hi,” I smile. Abbie and Cameron immediately start to talk.

“Where is Tash?” Adrian asks.

“Oh my god, she’s so drunk. We left her downstairs with her bodyguard. I give it half an hour and she will have to go home.”

My eyes flick to Adrian and he stands. “I will go and get her.” He disappears through the club.

“Who is the guard she has with her?” I ask.

“Mine,” Abbie laughs. Hmm, she’s really drunk too.

“Where have you been? Why are you so drunk?” I ask.

“We went out for dinner to celebrate,” Bridget smiles into her drink as she tips her head back to scull.

“Celebrate what?” Cameron asks as he flops into the chair beside me.

Bridget and Abbie burst into laughter as their eyes meet. “Just stuff,” Bridget murmurs.

Hmm. Then I see her. A bright yellow short backless dress and gold strappy high heels. Her hair is out and messy. I snap my eyes away from her. Stop it. Why is she so damn perfect?

“Jooosshhhua,” she coos drunkenly. My eyes flick to her. She is really drunk. I’ve never seen her like this. She giggles and walks over to me. “I’ve been waiting for you my beautiful Lamborghini.” She runs her hand over my head affectionately.

My eyes flick to Cameron and Adrian who have been rendered speechless. I sit still as I hold my breath.

She walks around in front of me, hitches her dress up and straddles me in my seat. I sit back in shock.

She puts her arms around my neck and leans in and kisses me. My eyes flick to Cameron and he smirks. Good grief.

“I need you to take me home and fill me up big boy,” she purrs. Cameron chokes on his drink as he laughs.

“Christ, Natasha, what are you doing?” I stammer.

“I’m about to have sex,” she smiles as she takes my drink from me and sculls it, “with you.” She points the glass at me.

Bridget and Abbie start to laugh as they high-five each other.

She leans over and starts to suck on my neck and runs her tongue along my jaw and into my mouth and then gifts me with a deep kiss.

“Stop,” I stammer as I pull back from her. “What are you doing?”

“Taking back what’s mine,” she slurs.

She starts to untuck my shirt from my pants and she runs her hand over my lower stomach.

“Jesus, Natasha. Stop it.”

She goes back to my neck and starts to suck on it again.

Cameron laughs out loud. “How’s that big dick of yours now bro, still soft?”

“Shut up,” I snap. I will never admit it but I’m rock hard.

“Natasha. Stop it.” I pull back and take my drink from her.