Page 72 of Broken Deal

But the truth creeps in, the reminder that we’re living on borrowed time. I only have her for two and a half months,and I know, deep down, even a lifetime wouldn’t feel like enough. No matter how much I try to shove it aside, it’s there, gnawing at me even as she holds me close.

With numbed lips and ragged breath, we order two more shots and take them quickly. She then grabs my hand and drags me to the dance floor without a word as “Escápate Conmigo”by Wisin and Ozuna starts to play. I recognize the song because they play it often when I go out with Julian to his favorite Latin spots. As the music begins, Sophia turns around and wraps my arms around her waist, her back flushed against me as she starts swaying her hips to the rhythm of the music, making me instantly hard. She wraps one of her arms around my neck, her delicate fingers gripping my hair softly as she continues to move with the music.

I drop my mouth close to her ear. “What do you think you’re doing?”

She tilts her head back, looking at me with a flushed face and bright eyes. “I thought it was obvious. I’m showing you Icandance to this music,” she says as she bends over slightly and starts moving her ass deliberately slow against my growing erection.

I throw my head back with a groan because, goddamn, she’s not wrong.

As the tempo of the song starts to pick up, I rest my hands firmly on her hips, guiding her movements as she keeps swaying to the rhythm. She doesn’t need any guidance, but I will use any excuse to touch her like the needy fucker I am. Her back arches slightly, giving me a perfect view of her ass as her hips moving in slow, sensual circles. She tilts her head back, and her hair brushes my chest while a small, devilish smile plays on her lips and the music takes over us. My grip tightens a little, pulling her closer as our legs move in step. She doesn’t stop moving her hips even fora second. The space between us disappears as her back completely touches my chest.

“I bet if I slide my hand underneath your dress, I’ll find you wet and ready for me,” I whisper in her ear. Even with the background music, I know she can hear me. Every movement we do is heightened, and we’re so focused on each other, it’s impossible to pay attention to anything else.

A small moan escapes her lips as she reaches back and rests her arm on my shoulder, fingers brushing the skin of my neck softly, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“I dare you to do it,” she replies breathlessly. “Find out how wet I truly am. You know you want to, Ace.”

Everything around me starts to fade. All I can focus is on her. She’s like a siren calling my name, and I’m more than willing to get lost in her. Without a word, I grab her hand and start walking off the dance floor. The club is small, but it still has a VIP area with private booths, a bar, and a restroom.

As we reach the VIP restroom door, I push it open and call out, “Hello? Anyone in here?” When no response comes, I step inside, still holding her hand, and lock the door behind us with a quiet click.

“What are you doing?”

I turn around, my hand instinctively finding its way around her throat, fingers lightly brushing her skin as I push her back against the wall with a gentle but deliberate force. Her breath hitches, and I lean in, cornering her, the tension between us coiling tighter.

“I thought it was obvious,” I taunt, my voice low as I throw her own words back at her, a smug grin tugging at my lips. “You dared me to find out how wet you are. And make no mistake—I amdyingto find out, Blue.” My other hand travels from the curve of her breast to her hips until I arrivewhere I’ve been dying to fucking touch. I lift the hem of her dress and cup her sex with her underwear still on, finding the fabric damp. I then press my index and middle fingers against her clit, which wins me a moan from her as I move them in slow, deliberate circles. I lift my hand between us, my fingers glistening with her arousal.

I click my tongue. “I knew you were drenched. You just loved grinding against my cock, didn’t you? You loved making me crazy with that delicious ass of yours.”

Sophia nods as she parts her lips slightly, bringing my fingers to her mouth and sucking them clean. Her tongue swirls around my digits, and everything she does makes my cock throbs, wanting nothing more than to feel that hot, wet mouth of hers.

“I bet you’re wishing that was my cock,” I say gruffly.

“You have no idea,” she answers, licking her lips as her eyes travel to the painful bulge I’m carrying.

“Turn around and bend over,” I order. While I’m dying to feel her mouth wrapped around my cock, I have other plans.

She obeys without a word, bending over revealing her perfect, heart-shaped ass. She’s wearing a thong that barely covers anything, and I shake my head with a dark laugh. Of course, she did this. If there’s one thing I know about Sophia, the girl loves to push my buttons.

“This barely covers anything. What were you thinking when you put this on?” I ask, my nostrils flaring in annoyance.

She looks over her shoulder, eyes hazy, face flushed from the alcohol. “I was hoping you would bend me over and deliver on that spanking promise.”

I swallow hard, trying to hold back the groan threatening to escape. Before she can react, I lift my hand andbring it down on her smooth ass with a sharp smack. The sound echoes, and she arches her back, moaning as the heat from the strike spreads across her skin.

I rub slow circles over her soft skin, soothing her as I lean in close. “As much as I love hearing those beautiful sounds from that sassy mouth of yours,” I murmur, my voice low, “those sounds are for me and only me. So be quiet. Understood?”

She drops her head between her shoulders, silent in her defiance. That earns her another sharp smack on the ass, and she whimpers, arching her back as she bites down hard on her bottom lip, trying to stifle the moan threatening to escape.

“Say you understand, Blue,” I growl.

“I understand,” she whispers softly, her voice barely above a breath.

“Such a good girl,” I murmur as I drop to my knees and slide the flimsy fabric down her legs, taking it off. I run my hands up her thighs, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. I tap her inner thighs twice. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”

She quickly obeys, and I get a perfect view of her glistening pussy that’s making a mess out of her thighs. Placing my hands on the curve of her ass, I lick her slit with one long and languid stroke. Another small moan comes out of her, so I stand and grip her chin, parting her lips.

“Let me help you stay quiet,” I whisper roughly, shoving her panties inside her mouth. Her eyes bulge, but her thighs clench, seeking friction. “Is your pussy craving my tongue? My cock? You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?” I give her ass another smack, because I don’t tire of the sound, or how good my palm feels against her smooth skin. I love how wellshe responds to it, and how much she enjoys being controlled.

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