Page 20 of Twin Deception

“Oh?” she challenged, slanting her brows down and not suggesting any meekness or submission.

Fuck, you’re playing with fire, sweetheart.

I nodded, wedging my thigh between her legs, slanting into her space even more. “Yeah. I want you right where I can show you.” I leaned in to kiss her, angling toward her face.

Her eyes fluttered. She tipped that defiant chin up. Waiting.Welcomingmy kiss.

At the last second, I laid my mouth on her cheek, just to the side of her parted, plump lips. Teasing her like this was the tipping point. She huffed a loud exhale of frustration—probably more for being caught wanting my kiss—and turned her head to the side.

Yet, she made no effort to buck against me or push me back like she had that one dancer who thought he could get too close.

“I want you under my hands”—I gathered both her wrists in one hand to lower my free one—“begging me to prove it.”

“You’re so full of it,” she sassed back, turning to face me. The move brought her mouth a breath away from me, taunting me with her pink lips glistening from where she’d licked them.

“And soon, I’ll fill this pussy and make you eat your words.” I slipped my hand under her dress, rubbing the outside of her thong that was already so damp with her arousal.

Fuck. Fuck, was I weak man.On a growl, I crashed my mouth to hers. Heat coursed through my blood at the first touch. Her lips opened under mine immediately, and a flood of desire threatened to choke out my focus. All I could think and feel was how fucking good it was to have her under my hands, kissing me back like she’d never want to stop.

Moaning, humming, and pouting for more, she reached up to seal our lips together without any chance for air. Her tits brushed up against my chest as she tried to stand higher on her toes.

Yes. That’s it, sweetheart. Yes…

Leaning down, I explored her mouth. I tasted. I dueled with her tongue. And every second blurred by as perfect, torrid bliss.

Egged on to devour her, to claim her and savor all that she offered, I crushed her to the column and dismissed the thought of ever letting her out of my sight again.

I’d found her.

And now…

Ihadher.

I could have easily fucked her here. Right now, among the crowds dancing. Each time I stroked back and forth outside the skimpy strip of her thong, my fingertip collected more of her slippery juices.

Stuck between my fantasy and reality, I forgot about the fact that she was my target. I ignored the thought that I was supposed to be hurrying to get one last hit done before taking a break for the holidays.

The raw physical pull to her and the response she gave me were infinitely better than anything I could have imagined.

Lights shone. The bulbs shot on overhead, and even though we were making out and had our eyes closed, the brightness showed from behind our closed lids.

What—

Panic ensued. The mob of people shouted and crushed through. From every direction, all the dancers, drinkers, and guests at the club rushed and fought to get away from something near the DJ.

“Fight!” someone shouted.

“I saw a gun!”

I loosened my hold on Isabel’s wrists, ready to pull her out of the commotion with me. She was so short, she’d get trampled.

I lowered my hand and scanned the people running like crazy, pushing and shoving to get away faster. But she stepped back. Sliding from the column, her brow furrowed as she ducked and tried not to get knocked aside. She slipped further back from me.

“Wait—”

A woman plowed into her, panicky and running in tall heels that had her toppling forward from colliding into Isabel. Both women went down, twisting around the column.

“Wait!” I darted forward to catch her. To keep her with me.

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