Page 9 of Once Upon A Sale

“Are you okay?”

My God, even his voice sends pulses down below. And he’s fucking British! The universe is trying to kill me with a tattooed beast. He’s looking at me with a slightly amused grin on his face, though there is a little concern thrown in there too.

Internally, I’m berating myself for letting my guard down and openly staring at this man. It’s as though he’s captured me in his stare and I can’t walk away. The top few buttons of his black shirt are open, showing off tanned skin that I would love nothing more than to lick.

“Er…yeah, sorry. I…er…wasn’t licking where I was walking.” Why the fuck can’t I speak or form real sentences? I try to play it cool, shrugging and giving him my sweetest ‘I’m sorry’ smile, despite the sway in my body from the copious amounts of alcohol. I may be inebriated, but I bet I could still kick his ass if I wanted.

“Licking?” Fuck. He picked up on my blunder.

“Yes. Licking.” I raise my brows at him and lift my chin, confidence in my mistake shining through before the way his eyes crinkle in confusion make me chuckle. “Sorry. I wasn’tlookingwhere I was walking. I should get back to my girls.” I push a whole lot of attitude into what I’m saying and flash him a don’t mess with me smirk. His confusion transforms into a delicious grin, and if I’m not mistaken, there’s the hint of a dimple on his left cheek.

Don’t swoon. Don’t swoon. You are a strong, confident woman, and will not swoon over a freaking dimple.

I’m not the biggest fan of how this man makes me feel weak.

I pat his shoulder like a freaking dog as I make my escape back to the dance floor by our seats. My face must be glowing from the heat of that encounter. It’s burning me up in more waysthan one. I’m embarrassed as hell that I just acted like such an idiot and I could hear him chuckle as I walked away. Even that was sexy. When I touched his shoulder, all I could feel were the muscles and I had to try really hard not to have a squeeze.

“Are you alright?” Opie stops dancing, her forehead creasing slightly, and begins leading me back toward our booth. “You look flustered. Do you need a glass of water or something?”

“No, I’m good. Just bumped into that man from before. Like, actually walked into him.” I nod my head over to where he’s now sitting again.

“Oooh, girl, he’s literally burning holes into you right now,” Opie says with far too much excitement, wagging her eyebrows at me with a silly smirk on her face.

“Oh, God. How embarrassing.” I put my head into my hands, which makes the world spin a little, so I immediately remove them. “I’m not going to think about it, let’s just—” The band starts playing one of their latest hits. “Argghh, yaaas! Let’s just dance, come on!”

We spent the next hour dancing, and I eventually caved and ordered some water. My feet are beginning to ache, but I don’t know when we’ll have a chance to let loose like this again, so we’re staying until closing, which is creeping up on us soon.

Opie and Tabby have both found a guy each to dance with, so I’m guessing I’ll be getting a cab home by myself because we all decided bringing anyone back to our property was a no-no. Unless they’re getting serious and shit. Which, let’s face it, meeting men in dance clubs is not ideal for long-term relationships.

They look like they’re having an awesome time, so I leave them to it, happy for them and their pussies, and dance by myself. The band continues with songs from their latest album and I dance around like a lunatic, singing along to every word, absolutely no fucks given because this is fun!

When I catch Mr. Tattooed Sex God looking at me again, I really am past the point of caring, so I do what seems only logical and start singing the lyrics at him as I’m dancing. The song slows down, getting to the softer bit, and I sway side to side, continuing my spontaneous serenade to him. He surprises me by getting up from his table and walking over to me, also singing the lyrics…at me!

Well, at least it looks that way, but I’m not too sure since our eyes are locked on each other. The biggest grin creeps across my face as he saunters over, both of us still singing to the song by the time he reaches me. He’s tall, so I have to crane my head to look up, but it’s worth it.

He places a palm on my hip and starts moving to the music with me. Hot damn, this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. I mean, Logan’s good and he can dance with the best of them, but this is on another level. One of his thighs is between my legs, amping up my lust like I’m a cat in heat, wanting nothing more than to rub myself all over him. Of course, I don’t do that because keeping it classy has been ingrained in me since birth. The way our bodies move is like they were made to be together, like perfect puzzle pieces when slotted into place.

The song finishes, the crowd cheers, and another song starts, all while we just stare into each other’s eyes with cheesy grins. Honestly, you couldn’t write this shit!

He moves both hands onto my waist and pulls me closer. There is no space between us, and I can’t see his face anymore as my head is buried into his firm chest. We continue to move to the music for a few more songs before he lowers his lips to my ear and whispers, “You move like a seductress, I can’t get enough of you.” That accent alone makes me shudder.

I lean back and look up at him. The wide grin has disappeared and now all I can see is heat. This man is the epitome of a sex god, and he is looking at me like he wants to devour me. Histongue peeks out and swipes across his lips as he stares at mine. I think I already died and fell into Hell—all the red hues in the club make that more believable than being in Heaven—plus, I can’t keep this man so even the thought of being with him is like a cruel trick.

In my slightly inebriated state, though, I don’t give a shit if I make an idiot of myself. I will never see this man again and I could die on my next mission, so, fuck it…

“Kiss m—”

Before I can even finish speaking, his mouth is on mine. His lips are soft, like little pillows smooshing against my own, as he teases my mouth open with his tongue. At the same time as he grabs the back of my head, he fists my hair in his hand like he can’t get close enough and the gentle tug sends a jolt straight to my clit. His tongue explores my mouth expertly, battling for dominance with mine.

The hand on my hip slowly slides around to my back, resting just above my ass. Oh, how I wish he’d touch it.

I’m dragged from my sexual fantasy when he pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against mine as he rubs the back of my neck.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have done that, but you’re just so fucking gorgeous.”

He plants another kiss on my lips, no tongue battles this time though, before he pulls away again.

“You don’t hear me complaining, do you?” I sound desperate, but I blame it on the alcohol and I’m not ready for this to be over yet.

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