Page 21 of Lost in Me

“I think I should be the one asking you.”

She tilts her head to the side. “Since when do you follow the rules?” she whispers with a smile.

She is right. I have never followed the rules of society, so why should I start now? We both set down our drinks. She grabs my hand and turns around, leading me into the crowd of people. I look down and watch her hips start to sway to the music as she finds a spot right in the middle of the dance floor.

She releases my hand, lifts her arms, and starts to sway more to the music. I gently grab onto her hips as she backs into me, positioning her ass right against my now hard dick. This woman is going to be the death of me.

She leans back and rests her hands on the back of my neck. As I tighten my grip on her hips, we both start to get lost in the music.

I lean down, placing my lips against her ear as I release my hold on her hips and start to gently move my hands up and down the side of her body. Our bodies are now both swaying to the same tune.

She is fucking intoxicating. Everything about her draws me in like an addict to dope. I have never been big on doing drugs, but fuck, when it comes to her, I will gladly become addicted. I already am.

“I love you, Angel,” I whisper into her ear, making sure she can hear me through the music. Those words used to be so hard to say, but now with her, I say them a million times a day, and it still doesn’t feel like I say it enough. Still, I don’t feel like those words are able to explain how much I need her in my life.

She came to me for protection, and now I am the one that needs protection because I am falling hard and fast, and when I hit bottom, it might just kill me.

“Say it again,” she whispers through the music, making my heart race. I can feel my dick move with her words. She is learning how to play games with me. Games I am willing to play and win.

She loves to feel wanted and desired, and I have no issues providing those things. I will worship her with my eyes, my hands, my dick, my heart, soul, and mind—it all belongs to her.

“I love you,” I whisper again into her ear.

Our bodies continue to sway to the music as I wait. “Show me just how much,” she states in a sexy-as-fuck voice. Even through the music, I can hear the seduction in her voice.

She lowers her hands from my neck and slowly turns around. I grab onto her hips again, pulling her against me. Her hands are now at her sides as I lean in for a kiss. She opens her mouth for me as we both continue to sway to the music.

I can feel everyone staring at me, at her, at us, making my heart race.

We both pull back just enough to look at each other. “I love you too,” she states softly. I can barely hear her through the loud music, but I know she said it back, and I know she wouldn’t say it if she didn’t really feel it.

Emory is not the kind of girl to say something just to say it. Everything she does and says has a meaning behind it, and her telling me she loves me and showing me affection in our home and out in public is something I am not going to take for granted.

I take a deep breath as I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn and see one of my guys. The look in his eyes tells me it is time for me to deal. I look down at Em. She nods and smiles as I grab her hand and turn around, leading us back through the crowd toward the bar.

When we get to the bar, I release my hold on Em’s hand and lean over the counter. “You keep your eyes on her,” I say tothe kid. He doesn’t say anything but nods and smiles.

I look down at Em. She is sipping her drink again. I lean into her and kiss the side of her head. “Stay here, okay?” I whisper in a demanding voice.

“Okay,” she says softly.

“I won’t be long,” I say trying to reassure her, but honestly I think I am trying to convince myself.

“Don’t worry, I will be fine,” she says with confidence, but I can hear in her tone that she is nervous, which in turn makes me uneasy for leaving her here at all.

I take a deep breath and kiss her one more time before leaning back and slowly following behind my guy. The people move for us as we make our way to the steps. I slightly turn before going up the stairs and see Em talking to the bartender.

Why the fuck did I ever think of the idea of using her as fucking bait? I will be kicking myself in the ass for this for a long time.

I turn back around and head up the stairs, following behind my guy as we make our way toward my office. The office I do all my dealings from. She will be fine. It won’t take me long to get this deal done and over with. Then I will be back at her side, and soon we will go back home where I know she will be safe.

I think after tonight, she might want to go back to work. She loves helping people, but since falling in love with her, the thought of us starting a family one day and her staying home as I work has crossed my mind more than once.

But I know she isn’t ready to talk about those things. For fuck’s sake, we just officially got together. I don’t want to scare her away, but man, I want to tie her down in the best possible way. Kids have never been something I wanted until her, and now I want it all—the white fence, the wife, the kids running around, even a damn dog is starting to sound good. Fuck, man, she really has changed me.

I make my way into my office. I see the man and woman sitting on the couch. I take a deep breath as my guy closes the door, and I take a seat at my desk. From here, I can see the entire club, including the bar, but being up here and her being down there doesn’t fucking sit right with me.

I take a deep breath as I sit back in my chair and grab the bag. I throw it on my desk and watch the woman and man stare at each other. The woman stands up, holding the cash in her hand. She sets it down on the desk, takes the bag, and quickly makes her way back over to the man.

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