Page 9 of Chosen By Love

Damn, I had no idea that Brett had moves like these. I loved to dance even though I didn’t do it regularly like I did in my years at Georgia State.

I closed my eyes and breathed in his woodsy citrusy scent. I could feel the impressive length of Brett’s hardness at the indent of my back. His tall muscular physique had my panties saturated by this point. I secretly craved to be laying horizontal beneath him, or on top. It made no difference—I just desired him to be inside of me. It had been too long since I had any sexual contact with a man. One man—the only man I ever been with had been my ex. I had closed myself off to any sexual cravings after Shawn walked away from me, and after my surgery.

Now, Brett has awakened a sexual energy inside of me that I’m ready to explore again. Suddenly, Brett turns me to face him jerking me out of my thoughts.

“You dance beautifully,” he whispered near my ear. The brush of his warm breath made me shudder.

“Thank you, but I didn’t know you could groove like this,” I replied loud enough for him to hear me.

Brett chuckled. “You didn’t think a white boy had rhythm, huh?”

“No,” I shook my head quickly in denial. It’s just—” I started to say, but I stopped when I felt Brett’s chest vibrating with deep laughter.

“I’m just teasing you sweetheart. I have some Latin blood, and dancing has always come easy to me.”

I nodded and smiled. We continued dancing closely together. I relish in the hardness of his body against mine. The song comes to an end, and another starts up.

“Are you thirsty?” Brett asked me.

“Yes,” I replied, and he took my hand in his and led me to the bar area.

“What do you want to drink?” he asked once we were settled at the bar.

“I’ll take a margarita,” I answered.

Brett caught the bartender’s attention and gave him our order.

“Give my lady a margarita, and a beer for me,” Brett said.

Brett paid for our drinks when the bartender placed them before us.

“Are you enjoying our date?” Brett asked.

“Yes, I’m enjoying it very much. Are you?”

“This is the best fun I’ve had in ages and it’s all because of you,” Brett grinned, and took a long swig of his beer. “I feel carefree around you. That’s the honest truth.”

Emotions soared in my heart. His green gaze held a look of intensity. Something wild, and deep simmered in his hot gaze. Was I ready for whatever he had hidden there? Could I handle being around him in the office on a professional level if something intimate happened between us?

“Tonight is Saturday, and you don’t have work tomorrow. Would you like to get out of here and stop by my home for a drink?”

I held my breath in stunned silence but only for a second. “Yes, I would love that,” I replied.

The truth was I was tired of being alone. It’s been so long that I’ve almost forgotten what it felt like to be in a man’s arms intimately—I’ve forgotten the anticipation until now. I was tired of wanting and living in the past.

“Great,” Brett replied. “Let’s go.”

Before long, we were in Brett’s Mercedes Benz heading down the dark highway. We arrived at his home within thirty minutes.

“You have a lovely home,” I said once we were inside. Do you live here alone?”

“I have staff but most go home for the evening. My butler, Nate, lives in the guest house.”

“Wow it must be nice,” I barely got the words out before Brett had me in his arms.

This is what I secretly wanted. All night I felt like I wanted to combust just from the way he looked at me, and whenever he touched me, no matter how innocent it was, I just wanted to explode.

I stand still and a breath escaped my lips as his green gaze plunged into mine. I want Brett to kiss me and do so much more. I want him to own my body as if it were his.

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