Page 39 of Tamed By You

Ali

Hey, any chance you can get me and 2 friends on the VIP list for tonight? Pretty please ??

I place my phone down on the desk and open up my laptop, ready to process the fabric order, but it vibrates.

Brad

Of course. Drinks are on us. See you tonight x

I fire a text back.

Ali

You're the best, see you tonight x

I send a text to Brooke and Cassidy to let them know we are on the list.

Maybe I do need to let off some steam, a month is a long time till I see Harry again, I'm sure I can find someone that will scratch my itch.

The Boardroom is buzzing. Brad did what he said and got us on the list and reserved us the best booth in the club. Brooke and Cassidy are already halfway to drunk-ville and I have reached that peak where the alcohol gives you that hazy feeling. Where just for a brief moment, you have no worries, everything is good and life feels perfect, the noise in your head quietens and you can just breathe, even if it’s fleeting.

We make our way to the dance floor, hot bodies pressed together, the smell of sweat and liquor swirling around us, I lift my arms in the air enjoying how free I feel. Cassidy copies my movements, flicking her blonde hair around and Brooke seems to have locked lips with a guy who appeared next to us.

“Wanna come to the bathroom with me and sprinkle some fairy dust,” Cassidy slurs. Cassidy is Brooke’s friend from college, I don’t know her all that well, but we have been out a few times together and she’s good fun, wild, a lot like me. I shake my head, knowing exactly what she means. Have I dabbled in that in the past, sure, not my proudest moment but when the noise in my head got so loud it was the only thing that quietened it. Riaand Gabby would kill me if they found out. I hate lying to them but sometimes our demons are far greater than us and we need to do what needs to be done to make them disappear, even if it’s only temporarily.

Cassidy disappears and Brooke is clung to her new friend, so I make my way to the bar. Ordering a shot of vodka, I throw it back and go in search of Cassidy. I walk out of the main room, searching for the bathroom when hands slide around my waist, pulling me into a firm body. I go to scream when I'm spun and pushed against the wall and familiar blue eyes meet mine.

I still, taking a second to look at him. Blinking in surprise.

“Miss me, Ali Cat?”

He’s here.

Still in my drunk haze, I raise an eyebrow. “From the bulge in your pants that's pressing against my thigh right now, I’d say you missed me, H.”

He places his hands on either side of my face, bringing his mouth inches from mine.

“You fucking bet I did,” he murmurs, and then his lips are on mine, stealing the air from my lungs. I kiss him back with more want than I should.

He breaks the kiss, taking my hand. “My office, now,” he rasps. I all but skip behind him, desire coursing through me. I want him, no, I need him.

Within minutes, he pulls me into his office, which is a spacious room with white walls, dark furniture, and a large black cabinet along the back wall that’s lit up, showcasing the crystal bottles inside full of what I assume is alcohol. We’re barely inside the room when he steps in front of me, grips my hips, and drops to his knees. I gasp, my cheeks going warm at the sight as he trails his hands up my thighs, disappearing under my dress and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slides themdown my legs and I step out of them. His eyes lock with mine, sparkling with mischief.

“What you doing down there H?” I ask playfully. God, I hope he’s going to use that mouth on me.

Lifting my leg to rest on his shoulder, his hot tongue licks a path up the inside of my thigh until he reaches my center, swiping his tongue through my folds and it sends a vibration through my body.

“Oh god.” I whimper, my eyes closing and my balance faltering. He must realize that too because his grip on my hips tightens as he holds me in place against the door of his office.

A deep groan rumbles in his throat as he glides his hands down to cup my ass cheeks and buries his head in between my legs and inhales my scent.

“So, fucking sweet, you’re dripping already Ali Cat and I’ve barely touched you.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol, his words, or the wild thumping of my heart that’s making me feel lightheaded but I welcome the feeling.

“Please," I breathe out.

“You know I love it when you beg.”

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