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I couldn’t help but smile. I clinked my glass with his and finished off my drink. The night had started to cool down, and the breeze was now chillier.

In the corner of my eye, I noticed him looking over my body with greedy eyes, and I felt my nipples harden to a peak.

Rhett also noticed it.

“It’s starting to get chilly up here. Why don’t we return, grab another drink, and find Ruby and my brother?”

Tentatively, I took his proffered hand and once again experienced tingles shooting from the tips of my fingers and coursing through every inch of my body.

Chapter 5

Serena

Making our way back into the packed club, I leaned over so he could hear me over the loud music, and the scent of his earthy, musky cologne sent a shiver down my spine.

“I’m going to go and try to find Ruby and make sure she’s okay.”

“Let me help you find her.”

He didn’t leave room for bargaining as he guided me around the perimeter of the dance floor. His hand is ever present at the base of my spine. Though the connection may only be slight, the warmth that spread through me was one of protective possession, and it awoke something buried deep within me.

Leaning against the wall, he waited for me outside the lady’s room as I looked for Ruby in there.

“Any lucky?” he asked.

“No. I’m sure she is fine,” I concluded.

Just then, a waiter passed with a tray with two shots, a bowl of limes and a saltshaker.

“Mr Chambers.”

He grabbed the two glasses and turned back to me.

“Would you like one?”

Despite knowing how dangerous Tequila and I were together, I couldn’t turn down his offer. Especially as I watched his brow lift in what I was guessing was his assumption of me turning it down. Bypassing the salt, I grabbed the wedge of lime and toasted my glass with his. Maintaining eye contact, I watched his smirk as I managed to down the smooth agave without so much as a grimace, followed by the sour tang as I sucked down on the wedge of lime. His eyes tracked as my tongue caught the stray drops of juice. His pupils were blown, and his chest rose faster with each breath. Wanting to play into our little game of cat and mouse, I leaned forward and watched as his eyes bounced between mine and my mouth.

“I’m gonna go and dance,” I whispered in his ear.

I could feel the deep exhale of his breath across my shoulder as I passed him.

As I walked past the throw of people on the dance floor, the deep base of Calvin Harris’ How Deep Is Your Love pulsated through the room.

I let the rhythm flow through my body, adding to my heightened senses. My whole body felt like it was on fire.

Rhett gently pulled me back, and my back molded to his front.

Despite my better judgment and knowing I would regret it tomorrow, I let my body move.

I swayed and ground against him, getting lost in the music.

My skin felt damp from the heat of the room and my growing arousal.

My body purred beneath his touch as reason began to tumble into oblivion.

Everything felt majestic. His hands ran up and down my arms, keeping up with the music’s beat and my dancing.

As I rolled my hips against his crotch, I could feel his hard cock straining profusely against his pants.

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