He could smell my juices, too, just as clearly as a shark could smell blood in the water. He was circling me. He was the predator. I was his prey.

Hang in there, girl, a little voice in my head whispered.

If you want to dance with the devil, you must follow to his tune.

It’s all part of the game.

Keep playing along.

You’re doing fine...

We were dancing in sync now. I put my arms around his neck and rested my cheek on his shoulder. I turned my nose toward his neck and inhaled his scent. His musk was like an aphrodisiac. It made me want to do things to him I’d never done with any man before. It made me want to let him do things to me… anything he wanted… over and over and over again…

I didn’t think about pushing my hips into his or pressing my lips to his sweaty neck. Both just happened. When he felt my lips on his skin, he rubbed his cock against my cunt and sent a series of shockwaves splintering through me.

I held my breath and pressed my forehead to his shoulder. I was having an orgasm, in public, on the dancefloor, with a man I just met. Who the fuck was I? Oh yeah, I was Katie Holmes…

He moaned as he felt me shudder against him.

His cock was getting harder and my pussy was soaking my panties. I could feel the moisture trickling down the inside of my thigh. The practical side of my brain said: you should have worn thicker panties. The fun side, the side that didn’t come out to play very often, said fuck it, baby. Let it flow!

My breath was gusty on his cheek.

I could feel his lips at my ear.

His tongue went around the rim of my ear and down the slope of my neck. His breath was hot on my neck. He was panting like a dog.

I felt his muscles tense up against me. He dug his fingers into my ass and ground his cock into me faster, with a longer motion so the entire shaft rubbed against my cunt. I heard him moan in my ear. His body quaked. Holy shit. He was having an orgasm. This really was like being back at a high school dance with a horny teenage boy.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight as he arched himself into me and exploded in his pants. I almost came again myself, the moment was so fucking hot.

He held me into him until the spasms ended. His breathing in my ear slowed as he struggled to catch his breath.

I pulled my head back to look him in the eye. When I did, he kissed me softly on the lips. It was a sweet, gentle kiss, full of heat and promise. I didn’t resist. I let him kiss me again, then I kissed him back. Our tongues swirled around inside my mouth.

As we stood motionless now at the center of the dancefloor, it was as if everyone else had disappeared.

All I could hear was George Michael in my ears and the feel of my heart beating in my chest. It was one of those rare moments a girl never forgets.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked breathlessly. His lips were at my ear again, his words sending shivers down my spine. “We can go back to my place and fuck all night long, just you and me.”

His voice jarred me back to reality. I remembered that we were not alone. Nor was I the kind of girl to fall under a hot guy’s spell and fuck him the first night we meet. Grinding on the dancefloor was one thing. Fucking all night long was another. I shook my head and licked my lips, which were covered with his salty taste.

“Um, I have a friend waiting on me,” I said, putting him at arm’s length. I squeezed my thighs together to keep myself from dripping on the floor. I felt drunk, dreamy-eyed, even though I’d had very little to drink. I cleared my throat and stepped away from him. I glanced down at the large wet spot on the front of his jeans.

He gave me a pouty face. “A boyfriend?”

“What? No, a coworker.” I looked around the room for Dru. She was still at the bar where I’d left her, talking intimately with a woman dressed similarly to herself. Dru was obviously no slouch in the one-night-stand department.

“Let’s go back to my place,” he said, stepping close and pulling me into him again. “I want to taste that pussy I’ve been smelling. And my cock needs cleaning off. Can we borrow your tongue?”

He grinned as he cupped my ass cheeks in his strong hands and lifted my feet off the floor. He tried to kiss me again, but I put my elbows in his chest and pushed hard.

“No, I’m sorry,” I said, pushing him away and taking a clumsy step backward. “That’s not what I came here for.”

He held out his hands and glanced down at the dark cum stain on the front of his pants. “Come on Katie Holmes. You’re not going to leave me like this, are you?”

I stared at his damp crotch for a moment, then shook my head and backed away, as if he was a monster and I was in fear for my life.

Tags: Mia Ford Dark Desires Romance
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