“Well, it’s nice to meet you Emma. I hope you enjoy yourself and see why my club really is the best one in town.” Madison gives me a grin and strides off to the rest of her guests.
“It’s a nice place,” Emma says, looking around.
“It’s nice enough,” I agree. And in truth there’s nothing at all wrong with Madison’s club. It’s beautiful on the inside and she runs a great establishment. But I’m partial to my own, of course. And our friendly banter works well for that.
Tonight, it’s all about dancing with Emma. Enjoying the ability to hold her and move with her. To sway and kiss and whatever we want because we can just … be together.
“This is fun,” she says after we’ve been out a couple hours and I smile, pulling her in closer again.
“It’s definitely fun,” I agree. “But then again, I like any excuse that I can get to hold you.”
She blushes slightly and I can see it even in the dim light. But she also wraps her arms around me and presses her mouth to mine in a rather hot and heavy kiss, especially for being semi-public like this.
Not that I’m complaining.
I want to get even closer. Want to have all of her. But I also don’t want this moment to end. The fun that we’re having.
So I stay a while longer, dancing to all the familiar songs that we play back at our club and some new ones that I haven’t heard before.
“You’re running up quite a tab for a guy who’s usually in and out in 10 minutes,” Madison says on one of my trips up to the bar.
“It’s not much of a tab. The lady doesn’t drink,” I reply, raising an eyebrow and Madison shakes her head, laughing at me.
“Well, anyone can see that she doesn’t drink.” She casts a pointed glance at Emma and I shrug. “But that’s not the point.”
“I figured it was time to give your place an actual chance. See what it’s about. See if it’s actually any good.”
“And?” She raises an eyebrow like she’s expecting the punchline of a joke but I decide to give her at least half the truth.
“It’s a nice place. Not as good as mine, of course, but a nice place, nonetheless.”
She grins at that. “Well, we’ll have to agree to disagree there because I’m rather convinced that mine is the better place. But you run a decent establishment, too.”
With that I grab the drinks for myself and Emma and head back toward the dance floor. But it’s only a few more songs and she’s wrapping her arms around me again, her mouth hard against my own and I know that she’s getting ready to end this evening.
But so am I.
“If we’re not planning on continuing this right here we should get back to the car,” I tell her finally, because I want nothing more than to slide that dress off of her and enjoy every inch of that body.
“There are quite a lot of people all around us,” she says reluctantly. “We’re definitely not alone.”
“Which means anything we do here could be a spectator sport, and I’m not into that kind of thing,” I tease.
“I want you all to myself,” is her response and I feel it shoot through me, making me tug her upright a little more firmly than necessary and rush her off the dance floor and out to the car, all of which makes her laugh aloud and steals the breath from my lungs.
By the time we make it back to the house I’ve managed to cool my passion slightly. At least, cool it to the point where I feel more in control and I reach across the console of the car to kiss her more slowly, deeply, drinking her in.
The soft moan that spills out of her very nearly snaps my tightly held control but I lean back, moving around the car to help her out and into the house.
I’m mindful of the fact that we could have guests here anytime now. That her mother and sister could stroll through, even though they’ve never done it before. And so I quickly lead her upstairs to my room before slowing it all back down again. A fact that she seems to enjoy as well.
“You are exquisite.”
“Tonight has been amazing,” she tells me in response, her eyes still shining with pleasure at all of it.
“I wanted to do something special. Something I knew you would enjoy.”
“And I did. Very much. I never would have expected it.”