nt down to the dance floor, where a heavily muscled guy in a white tank top and matching white track pan

that Backstreet wa

reward enough. His left cheek dimples when h

funny,"

ss as a compliment,

mes," I

anything to her, but she nods and dashes off,

d turning his body, caging me in. He is not smiling now, and th

re covering up pain," he say

. I shove it down, keeping my expression neutral. I get the feeling that Ga

"Do you get paid to make comments like that or is

s wickedly. My

stripping away th

ink. At that moment, the waitress arrives back at our booth with a bottle of c

, sliding her a crisp

nd leaves. She clearly knows Gabe but doesn't talk

I hold my half-finis

pull away the foil from the cork. I can't help but n

replies, popping the cork.

s chea

nk that's cheating." He pours out a glas

mark. "Everything about you screams money. I b

s. "If onl

ypt

e clinks his glass again

bt, the best champagne I've ever had. It's like nectar.

me an amused tilt of the lips from Gabe, but not quite

drink is done,"

and raises his eyebrow,

the crowd. "There are any number of brainless bimbos waiting for you to pluck them out of obscu

closer. His eyes skewer mine. "I want you. You needn't massa

ever heard one. I take a breath, scouring my

t of a man, has tur

denly, desperately need. The hot promise of those words is enough to drive every thought fr

s. "Cat got

ning an es

slowly, smirking.

th. "No, I'm

e warns that this is a bad idea, but I can't figure out why. I'm not looking for another man who will break my heart, so isn't this perfect? I've had a shit

've ear

he yanks a thick black curtain across the opening of the booth, blocking out the r

mpletely alone in a buil

hips, setting me on top. He runs his fingers down my cheek, over my neck, between my breasts, and that barest of touche

ver experienced. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip. His expression is seri

I can feel his stiff cock through his pants and it rubs against the bundle of nerves between my legs; the

een my breasts, where he shoves the fabric of the dress and my bra aside and frees my nipples. His mouth ravages me. I can do nothing but moan as he sucks an

. I watch, gasping for breath, as he calmly r

I need more-an

ont of his shirt, trying

lace. Gabe tsks, smirking. "Not so fast." He squeezes just enough for me to

ore quaking with

the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my