I order our drinks, and while the bartender prepares them, I scope out the place. I spot a strange guy watching me. It’s a little unnerving, so I don’t make eye contact or smile, and yet he decides to approach me anyway. As he sidles up to the bar next to me, my stomach clenches and my heart beats faster but not in an excited way.
“Hello. You’re very beautiful.” His cheap cologne is overpowering as he invades my personal space. It’s creepy.
“Thank you.” I turn away and pay for the drinks the bartender has placed in front of me.
“I’ll get your drinks,” Creepy Guy offers.
I paint a tight smile on my mouth and say, “Thank you, but my boyfriend would probably be upset if you did that.” The bartender gives me a knowing look as he takes my money. “Keep the change,” I tell him and gather my drinks. It’s a more generous tip than I would normally give, but I need to get away from this guy.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asks Creepy Guy, trying to distract him so I can get away.
Ignoring the bartender, he leans in and growls in my ear, “Your boyfriend never has to know.”
“But I’d know.” I try to walk away, but he steps in front of me, blocking my getaway. “Please move,” I say, but I don’t wait for him to comply. Instead, I sidestep and push past him, nearly spilling my drink.
“You’re a cock tease,” he yells as I walk away.
I’m startled by his aggressiveness, and an automatic apology falls from my lips. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on.” I leave quickly, knowing I’ve dodged a bullet with the psycho.
When I reach the table, I hand Ellie her drinks and inform her, “You owe me.”
“Was that weird guy hitting on you?”
I’m not going to ruin her night by sharing what an ass he was, so I roll my eyes, letting her know she was right. “Just ignore it. We’re here to celebrate your birthday.”
We all lift our glasses in a toast to Ellie. She slams her shot and announces, “Let’s dance.” There is no arguing with the birthday girl, so we make our way to the dance floor as a group. It’s not long before some of the girls begin to break off to dance with men, but I stick with Ellie, content to have fun with my friend.
It’s crowded on the dance floor, so I don’t think twice when a hand grazes my ass. But then a set of hands wrap around me, and a body presses against me from behind, dancing with me. I jerk away and turn to discover it’s Creepy Guy. I move to the other side of our group to get away, but he follows me. By this point, Ellie has started dancing with someone else, so she doesn’t notice that Creepy Guy is a little too close for comfort.
He leans in, and I can smell his putrid breath. “Do you want to get out of here?”
“Thanks, but I’ve already told you, I have a boyfriend, and I’m here with my friends.”
I stop dancing and make a beeline for the bar. I catch Ellie’s eye as I pass. She glances between me and Creepy Guy before nodding in understanding. I’m retreating to the bartender, so I can ask for a bouncer if I need help.
I order a club soda. Creepy Guy sidles up to me and puts his hand on my ass. “You’re so beautiful. Why did you leave me on the dance floor? We were made for each other.”
I’ve been nice, and I’ve ignored him, but he isn’t getting it. I need to be firm and direct. “You need to leave me alone.”
Chapter four
Christopher
I watch a man approach her on the dance floor. By his rigid, mechanical movements, short hair, and buff build, I’d bet he’s been in the military. When he grinds against her, she jerks away and dances to the other side of the group, but he follows her. Looking annoyed, she stalks off the dance floor and heads to the bar just down from me.
As she flags down the bartender, the man slides up next to her and grabs her ass. Okay, I’ve had enough of this guy, and he doesn’t seem to be getting the hint. I find myself standing next to her just as she pushes him away.
“Sweetheart! There you are.”
She looks at me confused. Instinct overcomes reason, and I slide an arm around her shoulder and pull her close to my side before I think better of it. Her body stiffens for just a moment, but then she relaxes and turns into my chest. My heart squeezes even tighter. Kissing her on the forehead, I look over at the guy who’s been harassing her.
“Are you bothering my fiancée?”
He holds his hands up. “She didn’t tell me she was engaged when she was all over me on the dance floor.”
I reach for her hand, and she holds on tightly. “Well pal, move along and leave her alone.”
As he walks away sulking, she leans in and says, “Thank you. He wasn’t taking the hint.”
“I saw that. He’s still watching us. I’m afraid if you want to lose this guy, we’re going to have to play this up, at least until he loses interest and moves on to someone else.”
She smiles at me. “I guess that wouldn’t be so bad. What’s your name?”
“Christopher. And yours?”
“Bella.”
“Great to meet you, Bella. What brings you to The Church?”
“It’s my best friend’s twenty-eighth birthday.”
“She must be your much older friend then.”
“You are quite the charmer, aren’t you?” She gives me a brilliant smile, and I see two adorable dimples. I have the rogue thought that I could stare at her forever. Then our eyes meet, and I’m sure the world stops spinning. Everything else falls away until we are the only two people left on the planet.
“I try. Should we dance or do something to get this guy to move on?” I ask not ready to part company. I suddenly want to get to know everything about her.
She looks at her watch. “I guess we should. I need to be home around midnight.”
“Why? Do you turn into a pumpkin?”
“No. I just have a busy week ahead.”
We weave our way through the crowd of dancing people to the middle of the dance floor under the mirrored disco ball. My skin tingles beneath the thin fabric of my shirt as her hand slides across my chest. The casual touch sends a jolt of electricity through my entire body, spurring all kinds of thoughts, none of them pure. I want her hands on my skin, her lips pressing against mine, her body below, above, against me any way she wants, as many times as she wants.
The music shifts to a song with a softer beat, and I turn her around pressing her back against my chest as I dance with her from behind. She lays her head back on my shoulder, and our fingers thread together under her breasts as she works her ass over my dick, making it hard as a steel pole. Her dark hair is settled over her left shoulder, giving me perfect access to the right side of her neck. She smells like honey, lavender, and a hint of cinnamon.
She turns her head and stares up into my eyes. “You’re very handsome.”
“Thank you. You’re absolutely beautiful.”
My hands slide to her hips as we sway together to the music, but then her hands cover mine, and she moves them up to her breasts. They are magnificent, round and soft, and her nipples pebble beneath my touch. She wants me as bad as I want her.
She flirts mercilessly with me. Our dancing has become foreplay of what we both know is to come. This woman has my number, and I believe I have hers. I lick around the shell of her ear and shove my cock up against her ass. “You’re delaying the inevitable.”
“Mm, patience.”
I can’t help myself, and I dive right in, claiming her mouth, taking what’s mine for tonight. She tastes like a fine wine. She turns to me, and our bodies fit together perfectly as we sway as one on the dance floor.
Her kiss is as sweet as I imagined as her tongue moves with mine. Tasting. Teasing. Licking. Exploring. There’s a give and take. We push and pull, fighting for control.
Fuck, she’s sexy. I like a woman who’s not afraid to go after what she wants. She turns back around, pressing against my dick again. The thought of pulling out my cock and fucking her right here in the middle of the dan
ce floor crosses my mind. Everyone else is in their own little worlds, doing the same thing we are. Nobody would know.
I rub my thumb over one of her nipples hidden beneath her dress and thin bra, and she gasps. My cock aches. Just knowing I can touch her and make her sound so breathless and needy is a major turn on. “Bella,” I growl in her ear. I can’t wait to hear her crying out my name. Soon. My hand glides down the swell of her breast and along her ribs, loving the feel of her curves as I grip her hips. I have to bite back all the pent-up sexual frustration.
Fuck, I want to bend her over and spank her for doing this to me, making me want her this bad. The only thing stopping me is the scandal it’d bring to the firm when I get charged with indecent exposure and lewd conduct.
I have a feeling Bella’s pussy would be worth the risk. But I’ve worked too damn hard to build my career to throw it all away for something that’s already guaranteed. I work my way to the top of her thigh, my fingers inching up under the hem of her dress. I’m dangerously close to her pussy.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers when I tug her dress up another half an inch.
“Look at you, such a naughty little girl,” I murmur in her ear as she grinds her hips in an attempt to get closer to my fingers.
“God, don’t stop talking. Touch me.”
Fuck, I love my life. “I love how dirty you are. You want me to fuck this little cunt with my fingers, right out here in front of everyone, don’t you?”
She gasps when I slide my hand up her dress and cup her pussy. We are concealed by all the people around us. We aren’t paying attention to them, and they aren’t paying attention to us. Fuck, she’s soaked through her panties for me. I slide her panties to the side and glide my finger back and forth through her slick folds.
A weird feeling at the back of my neck has me looking up, and I see our creepy friend watching us from the balcony of the VIP area. He raises his glass to me. Asshole. But I’m knuckle-deep in Bella’s hot pussy, so a head nod will have to suffice. I remove my finger and spin Bella around. When she looks at me, I shove my pussy-soaked finger in her mouth. Her eyes widen, and I lean in next to her ear. My finger is still in her mouth, her tongue working around it.
“That’s what my cock’s going to taste like in an hour.” A tremble courses through her body. I pull my fingers from her mouth, and she sucks them clean as if she doesn’t want to let go. Her arms hook around my neck, and our mouths connect once more. Her tongue is needy and tastes like champagne.
“We’re leaving, now.”
“God, you’re bossy.”
“Well, I’m the goddamn boss.”
“Hey.” She grabs me by the arm and gives me a look that says be serious for a minute. “I don’t normally do… this.” Her eyes dart around. “I don’t sleep with men on the first date.”
“Good thing it’s not a date.”
That gives her pause, and her lips quirk into a smile. “I need to let my friends know I’m leaving.”
“Of course.”
I walk her to her friends but give her a moment alone with them. I wave to my friend, but he’s occupied. He has a key. When she comes back to me, I haul her toward the door. I make sure to shoot that asshole the fucking bird when Bella looks the other direction. Cocksucker. A rideshare’s already parked up front and waiting.
I don’t feel the slightest bit of guilt for leaving Ryan. Even if I didn’t like Bella, I wouldn’t share. No fucking way. Bella is mine. She belongs to me. For the night… and maybe more than that, if I want more.
Chapter five
Isabella
I’ve never had a one-night stand, but Christopher’s the perfect candidate to start with. I’ve always played it safe, made sure I was in a relationship and commitments were made before falling into bed with someone. Maybe it’s time to do things differently. No attachments. No broken hearts or hurt feelings.
Who needs to be tied down in a large city like San Francisco? I can sleep with him, and then we can part ways. What are the chances I’ll ever see him again? Maybe Ellie is right about fate and all that shit. All I know is the chemistry between us is sizzling hot, and I need to get laid. Nature has provided me with an opportunity, so fuck it.
My heart pounds hard. The blood in my veins turns to a roar in my ears. I reach for him, drinking him in like I’ve been lost in the desert without water.
I have no idea where I am. We made out in the car all the way to his place. Normally, I’d be embarrassed to make out with a virtual stranger, but for some reason, it doesn’t bother me tonight. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s the undeniable chemistry. Or maybe it’s just the new me.
As he pulls me into an apartment, I catch that it’s large and beautifully furnished. Then he draws me to him, and I only see him. We devour one another as he moves us to his bedroom. He pushes me back on the bed, and my heart races as Christopher slowly lifts his shirt over his head, tousling his hair. My breath catches as I see his rippled chest in the flesh. His physique is beautiful beyond my imagination. It’s clear he works out hard. I can’t take my eyes off his six-pack. His skin’s so smooth and tan. It’s everything I fantasize about and more. My hands tingle with a desperate need to feel his skin. My eyes travel down the thin happy trail that leads into his pants before my gaze scrolls up again and lands on the tattoo on the left side of his torso. There is a world with the words “You must be the change you wish to see in the world.” — Gandhi. I trace my fingers over the quote and the earth.
His hands tangle in my hair as he pulls my mouth toward his. Those tempting lips crush over mine. His tongue, rough and hot, dips into my mouth when I open. I reach for him before I even realize what I’m doing, grasping his arms at the elbows. Dark flashes of arousal course through me, erupting in my center, spreading through every limb and nerve ending.
He tastes like whiskey, smells like cedarwood and a hint of clove, and feels like pure heaven.
I unbuckle his pants, and they fall to the floor. His cock escapes his boxers, and I wrap my hand around his hardness and slowly stroke him. I can’t help but moan. It’s perfect in every way. One look and I shudder with excitement.
He rips at my dress and buttons go flying. “Sorry,” he says, but I don’t care. I’m on fire, and I need him to cool me off. I drop my dress with his in a pool on the floor. I need him. “You make me so hot,” he says as his fingers explore my opening. I lift my leg up to give him easier access. I’m already dripping. He presses two fingers in me, fucking me fast as he slides them in and out.
I stroke his hard cock in unison. All I can think about is how I want to fuck him until I can’t see straight. His thumb finds my hard nub, and my clit throbs as he presses against it, adding just the right amount of pressure. My back arches in pleasure. “Ohmigod,” I groan against him.
He presses harder and adds a third finger, causing my fingers to grip his arm. It’s been so long since anything has invaded my channel. My pussy is nice and tight, and he seems to love how much I grind against his hand, showing how much I enjoy every second he’s inside me. But I need more. Pulling his hand from my wetness, he unsnaps my bra so my tits fall out.
“You’re so fucking perfect, with your nipples hard and aroused.”
He devours my breasts, licking and suckling my nipples, before pausing to pull a condom from the bedside table. His cock ready, I wrap my legs around him and watch as he eases me onto his massive thickness. I gasp as he slowly fills me. It’s tight, but it’s glorious. He moves ever so slowly until I fully accommodate him, and in my anxiousness, I bounce my pussy against his perfect fucking cock. I’m not taking this slow. No. Slow is for love. This is a one-night stand, and we’re doing it fast and hard.
I’m not sure when we fell asleep last night. I didn’t mean to spend the night. As I look over my shoulder, I see him sleeping peacefully in his bed with the sheets wrapped around his torso. Just the sight of him turns me on. I could go for another round, but I need to get a few things done.
I do
n’t feel too bad about slipping out this morning. Rain drizzles outside the window, casting an eerie gray light through the room, and I’m afraid if I stay, it will either be awkward and I’ll wish I’d left, or we’ll be repeating last night for the rest of the weekend, and I have too much to get done. I call a rideshare. Thank goodness for GPS because I’m not 100 percent sure I know where I am—I’m pretty sure I’m somewhere in Pacific Heights.
It was incredibly enjoyable, and boy did I need the exercise, but it was a one-night stand. I think about how much fun we had together. I’ve never experienced anything like this. Holy shit was he amazing, and I can’t help but worry that he may have wrecked me for all others.
When I get home, I look at my watch and see it’s not too early to call Ellie. I should check in with her to make sure she got home last night. The phone rings, and a sleepy Ellie answers. “Hullllo?”
“Hey. Are you alone?”
“What happened last night?”
“You mean the four shots of tequila you had or that creepy guy?”
She moans into the phone. “Don’t say the word tequila to me for a long time.”
“So, I guess that means you feel like shit.” I laugh. I knew when she was starting with shots it was going to be a rough day today.
“Shh… not quite so loud. Did you go home with that hot guy last night?”
“Maybe.” I bite the corner of my lip as I think about the look on his face each time he came. I shiver with excitement just imagining it, and I want to burn it into my memory.
“You never go home with anyone.”
“I can’t explain it, but his touch was magnetic, and I’ve never experienced chemistry like that with anyone.”
“When are you going to see him again?”
“Never. I left before he got up this morning.” This may be my biggest regret in life, but the timing right now isn’t right.
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