TR

ul woman in here. Your h

compliment. "

o my hair, massaging my scalp. It's soothing.

ame like that. I like

s neck. It's not a slow song, but then, whatever is brewing between

ad, and the image I created is not different from what I eventually saw. Your smile is therapeutic. It's l

I laugh lightly, but my h

his nose in my hair. When he speaks, his word

ything, I'm not

nging along with the crowd. He doesn't know part of the lyrics, but he

blinking when my gaze drops to his lips. W

N

sponse. I frown, gazing a

sprawling across his hips. "Because I wan

e? Do you – do you st

, attempting to take the words back and offer an

keeps his arms around my waist.

e

ses her, or does he

ves it a light squeeze, and then

ou come he

sn't my idea. Lilly, my best friend suggested

working

al of his black tuxedo, I can still feel how rock-solid he is. Lilly had asked me to imagine him in

ught sends an erotic charge coursing through me. I need to take a breather and then another drin

ter. But fo

anding creeps through his eyes. It su

ou lov

ns. Love. I didn't just love

nightmare. I tolerated him for so long that the day I decided to break thi

t here. The bartender slides a drink across to me. Witho

attention to the strange

e of us needs

response had been – Drink up. "It'

p in a smil

nue to talk about random things while downing more

oing to win that girl over." He says, hi

l?" I ask, my ga

but we don't stop. As I slide off the st

nce again." He says,

here that door leads to," I say, nodding towards the door. I tried re

hy don't we

*

l minutes later, offeri

h. My head is spinning again. I really shou

you o

and around the space. We're sitting on a stone bench in what appears to be a garden. Our thighs br

for a second, the thought of his age crossed my mind. If he w

m f

ead on his broad chest. Damn, when did he take off his jacket? I can feel his bare chest since he's undone a few buttons. A

rprises me when he cups my face and licks my bottom lips with his sizzling hot tongue. I let out a moan as he continu

tness." He breathes against my parted lips be

, the heat. Holy Moly! My centre throbs with delight. I want his hands

o my ears and caresses the soft lobes. "My God, you're incomparable." He whispers against my skin and sinks his teeth ge

with mischief and passion. One that m

h? I don't know if it's the alcohol or the fact that I've imagined what it'd be like to let a man like h

material of my blouse, rolling my nipples with his forefinger. I raise my

ite him to pull the to

He says, p

im for daring to st

hy did you stop?"

e and pulls me up,

don't want that. I don't want anyone else to see you b

cause I'm tripping a million times o