Page 168 of Catfish

“You hauled me out to the dance floor.”

I raise a brow. “Don’t know how to dance, Shelton?”

Slowly, she shakes her head, still holding those alluring purple eyes on my blues. “Don’t get too excited, I didn’t say that.”

Pulling her closer to me by her arm, I lean in so she can hear me over the music. "Then what are you saying?"

“That you just fucked yourself royally.”

My lips quirk at the corners. “Yeah?” I release her arm and take a small step away from her. “Show me what you got then.”

She erases the distance I just put between us and places her hands on my hips. And slowly, very slowly, she drops herself to the floor, keeping her eyes frozen on mine.

My cock immediately jerks in my boxers as her head aligns with it, imagining her worshipping and torturing it with that brash mouth.

Fuck me, I hate this woman.

I've never felt so out of control and helpless in my whole goddamn life, and here she is, making me want to drag her to the nearest dark corner or dirty stall in the bathroom just to watch her cheeks blush profusely while I go down on her. I want to see every speck and glint of lust and need in her eyes. Swallow every moan and plea that she exhales through her fuckable lips.

Unhurried, Reagan hikes her body back up to stand, turning around so that her back hits my chest.

Everything around us mutes.

I’m too centered on her ass, which is just above my cock with her heels on, as she starts to lazily grind against me.

I’m in heaven and hell, wanting to experience all of tonight but also wanting her to fucking stop.

I’m not sure how much more self-control I have with this raven-haired hellcat who makes me want to throw caution to the wind and act on impulse. I didn’t bust my ass to get to where I am now so that I can fuck it up over a woman who wouldn’t want to settle down with a guy like me anways.

We've already established that politicians weren't in her realm. She broke off an engagement with one, and a relationship with me meant so much more than just being with me.

It meant being a public figure, always watching what you say and do, always being a fucking saint in a world full of sinners.

Reagan might be a sinner, but I'm the one that would fall from grace with any whim she wanted to act on.

But tonight, I’d give myself this—one night of pure and utter bliss with the woman who will never be anything except my party planner and new best friend to my personal assistant. I’d rather have this moment than nothing at all.

My palms find her curvy hips as my fingertips press lightly into her jeans. Her ass continues its assault on my body, not giving up on driving me absolutely fucking crazy with the way it wants her.

Two can play this game since I’m back to my good ‘ole college days.

Hauling her close to me, I let my hard cock graze her ass, and I feel her still for a slight second before continuing her little sexy dance as if I'm her pole, and she's trying to get off on it.

“Be careful,” I warn her, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “On what door you open when you’re taunting the devil, Shelton.” She leans into me, molding herself to my body as I can feel every heavy inhale and exhale leave her body.

“Am I taunting you, Governor?” she asks, tilting her head up so I can hear her. Nothing but the definition of “taunting” is laced and sewn into each of her words.

I prod my cock against her ass, giving her the answer she wants. “Does it feel like it?”

Her fingertips graze my hands that are still resting on her hips as she gives one more whirl of her hips into my groin.

She knows she's compelling every ounce of restraint out of me. Aware that I'm attracted to her, and she wants to make me putty in her hands.

Removing my grip, I let my hands start a path up to her ribs and around the top of her torso. I can feel every shallow breath leave her chest and the slight shudder that just left her body, exhibiting that I’m not totally failing at this push and pull game.

With my face hidden by my hat, I feel more confident as the sweep of my fingers graze down to her belly button and the band of her jeans. I hook my thumbs there for a moment, leaving her where I want her, which is as close as humanly possible.

My cock is throbbing in response to every swirl and brush of her body, and she's turning us both on from the seductive movements that illustrate what her mind is thinking.

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