I withdrew my finger and leaned down, taking her mouth with mine. I could taste the cinnamon sweetness as my tongue tasted her. She stepped closer, our bodies flush, and I knew without a doubt that she could feel my erection.
After a few moments, she pulled back and I groaned. I wasn’t ready for our lips to part. “Get us two more shots. I’m going to the bathroom.”
I nodded and kissed her lips once more before she walked away. Then I turned and waited for Blair to grab his attention. When he saw me waiting, he came over. “Two more,” I pointed to the empty shot glasses. “But I also need you to do me a favor.”
“Sure,” he said, already reaching for the whiskey bottle with the red devil on it.
“When Spencer and I go out to dance, I need you to tell the DJ to play Down on Me by Jeremih and 50 Cent.”
“No problem.”
“He doesn’t need to play it right away, but maybe within five songs once I’m out there.”
“You got it, boss.”
Spencer walked up and looked at the whiskey. “Are you ready to dance?”
I laughed. “Are you?”
She grabbed a shot glass and downed the booze. “Getting there.”
I took mine and then pulled her flush with me again. “Where were we?”
“We were kissing.” She bit her lip.
“Kissing’s good.” I leaned down and captured her lips again.
After a few breathless seconds, she pulled back and downed the last shot. “Hurry and let’s dance.” She nodded toward the liquid courage.
“Oh, now you want to hurry.” I chuckled and then downed the shot. I caught Blair’s eye and then grabbed Spencer’s hand and led her to the dance floor.
We started off swaying our hips separately to the beat. I wanted to bring her in close, but it was too soon. After a few songs, The Hills by The Weekend started to play. We slowed our hips and Spencer turned, her ass to my front just like our first dance in Vegas.
This time, I could speak to her. I wasn’t in a daze and an idiot out on the dance floor. As her ass grinded against my hardening dick, I pushed her hair to the side and said in her ear. “Do you know what this position reminds me of?”
She nodded.
“Yes, Vegas. But it also reminds me of when you ride me this way. Your bare ass in my hands as you slid up and down my cock.”
Her head titled back and she rested it on my chest, our bodies still swaying to the beat of the music. My hands were on her hips and I wanted so desperately to inch up her skirt and feel how wet she was. “Do you know how fucking sexy you? All I can think about is bending you over right here, pushing your skirt up around your waist and pounding into you in front of all these people.”
She turned in my arms and took something out of her bra. I looked down and saw that it was her panties. I grinned as she stuck them into my pocket.
Shit just got real.
Jerking her hips to mine, I pulled her flush to me again. “I’m so hard right now,” I said in her ear and licked down the side of her neck as she tilted her head to the side. The DJ chose that moment to switch to Down on Me and Spencer pulled her head back and gave me a confused look. “I might know the owner.” I shrugged with a grin.
Our hips swayed faster to the beat and I grabbed her ass. This time, I didn’t have to worry about first impressions. I also knew that it wouldn’t take Spencer much longer to come because if I was ready to bust out of my jeans, she was definitely throbbing between her legs.
My hands kneaded her ass and my leg went between hers, moving back and forth. This time, there was no barrier between her pussy and my jeans since her panties were in my pocket and that made me burn more. She leaned forward and our mouths locked. Her moans were pants against my lips but we kept going.
“I’m close,” she said into my ear.
I returned her mouth to mine, kissing her as she rode my leg, our hips moving with the thump of the music. At that moment, it was more than just dancing. It was how I seduced her.
It was being Brandon and Spencer again.
It was about letting go.
It was the song.
Her body tensed, her thighs clenching my leg. She moaned into my mouth then broke the kiss as she held on, my hands still on her ass, holding her up. I kept our bodies moving to the music so we didn’t draw attention.
After her body had stopped convulsing, she pulled her head back and sighed. I took her hand in mine and led her through a door. “Oh, now you want to use the back way,” she sassed.
“I’m not taking you to the parking lot, babe.”
“You’re not?”
“No.”
We walked through another door and into Club 24. Straight ahead was my office. I fiddled with my keys until I found the right one and then we slipped inside.
She looked from the desk to me and then back.
“I’ve made sure it’s clean,” I answered in response to her silent question about Blake and Mrs. Robinson screwing on my desk.
“I know. Just brought up a memory.”
“Then let’s override it.” She nodded and we moved to my desk.
“Now for my favorite position,” I groaned.
She lay with her chest face down and then pulled up her skirt, her bare ass at the perfect level. I quickly made work of my belt and unzipped my jeans. I couldn’t tug them with my boxers down fast enough for my liking. I needed to be buried inside her, to the hilt and fast.
She was soaking wet as I ran a finger down the crease of her pussy. “Christ,” I murmured and stepped forward, filling her.
She moaned as I slid in and out, her arousal coating my shaft. I reached around and stroked her clit. The feel of her wrapped around me, squeezing me and everything from the night leading up to this made it so I could barely stand as I thrust into her over and over.
“The skirt was a good idea,” she panted.
“Yeah, it was,” I groaned.
I slowed, on the brink of coming. A gentleman knows a woman comes before him. I was on the verge, ready to slip over. Using two fingers, I massaged Spencer’s clit. My fingers pressed on her hard and firm as they mixed with her juices. I felt her body tensing beneath me and a moment later she let out a loud moan. My pace quickened and my balls tightened as I followed her into pure bliss.
After our breathing returned to normal, I withdrew. “We didn’t use a condom again,” I remarked.
She turned while reaching for a tissue to clean up. “That’s okay. We can handle it now.”
I stepped forward and brought her lips to mine. “Yeah, we can.” Now that our demons were in the past, I wouldn’t mind having another child. “Let’s go home to our son.”
She smiled. “That’s the perfect ending to our night out.”
The End
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
Dear Readers,
I hope you’ve enjoyed Down on Me. I never intended to write more of Brandon and Spencer except in Blake’s books, but Brandon lovers wanted more. Hopefully, this novella was everything you’ve wanted. Blake’s story is coming, so don’t worry.
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–Kimberly
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BOOKS BY KIMBERLY KNIGHT
Where I Need to Be (Club 24 Series, #1)
Finding Spencer (Club 24 Series, #2)
Wanted (Club 24 Series, #3)
Wanting Spencer (Club 24 Series, #4)
Anything Like Me (Club 24 Series, #5)
Forever Spencer (Club 24 Series, #6)
Down on Me (Club 24 Series, #7)
Perfect Together – T
he Club 24 Series Box Set (Books #1-6)
Tattooed Dots (The Halo Series, #1)
The One (The Halo Series, #2)
Never Stop (The Halo Series, #3)
My One (The Halo Series, #4)
Angels & Whiskey (Saddles & Racks, #1)
Tequila & Lace (Saddles & Racks, #2)
Champagne & Handcuffs (Saddles & Racks, #3)
And more …
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
First and foremost, I always need to thank my husband. So, thank you for all your love and support in all the craziness of my writing schedule. I love you, you know?
To my editor, Jennifer Roberts-Hall: Thank you for always being flexible with my writing schedule. One day I won’t be scrambling! And thank you for all your parenting insight.
To my best friend, Lea Cabalar: Thank you for all your hard work. I couldn’t do it without you!
To my betas: Trista Cox Ward, Loralee Bergeson, Abby Bearden and Nicole Daley. Thank you for all your help to make sure Brandon and Spencer had a perfect ending.
To all the bloggers who participated in my cover reveal, release day blitz and review tour, thank you! Without bloggers, I have no idea where I would be. You’ve all taken a chance on me and my books time and time again, and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. I never thought I would be an author, especially one with a fan base, and I owe a lot to y’all.
To Liz Christensen of E. Marie Photography: Who thought this image would end up on a cover? I knew I bought it way back when for a reason. Nine covers and counting!
To Jessi Gibson: Thank you so much for giving me the push I needed to get this story done. You helped me out of my funk and I’m so happy to call you my friend!
To Correctional Officer Williams: Thank you for taking my call that one afternoon and explaining what would happen if Brandon were to go to San Quentin to see his assailant. Hopefully, I got it all down correctly!
To Kai Saito: Thank you for getting me in touch with CO Williams and for your description of San Quentin. It’s safe to say I’ve never been to prison and definitely needed your help since you used to work there!
To Kay Lindy and CJ Pinard: Thank you for your insight into the prison system. You two helped me out tremendously by answering all my crazy questions!
And finally, to my readers (Especially the Brandon lovers who wanted more Brandon). Thank you for believing in me and taking a chance on my books again and again. Without you guys I wouldn’t still be writing and living my dream!
Photographer:
Liz Christensen
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Male Cover Model:
David Santa Lucia
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kimberly Knight is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the mountains near a lake with her loving husband and spoiled cat, Precious. In her spare time, she enjoys watching her favorite reality TV shows, watching the San Francisco Giants win World Series and the San Jose Sharks kick butt. She’s also a two time desmoid tumor/cancer fighter that’s made her stronger and an inspiration to her fans. Now that she lives near a lake, she’s working on her tan and doing more outdoor stuff like watching hot guys waterski. However, the bulk of her time is dedicated to writing and reading romance and erotic fiction.
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