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I can’t help but offer them a friendly smile in return. “I think those hotties wanna dance with you.” Cam leans in, whispering in my ear.

“Well, if they’re gonna stand there all night and just watch, let’s at least give 'em something to see.” Probably it’s the liquor talking.

“Hells yeah we still got it. Why else would they be looking? God, if only I weren't tied down already, I’d hop on a few of their meat sticks.” Cam laughs, eye fucking those guys.

Meanwhile, there’s me, not missing his reference to the male anatomy. “Meat sticks?” He just shrugs.

It feels like all eyes are on us, but in all actuality, just the hotties by the jukebox have their eyes glued to me.

My face burns from the heat of the alcohol coursing through my system. That gives me enough confidence to say fuck it, and go with Cam’s flow.

With his hands planted firmly on my hips, I rock my body from side to side. Closing my eyes, imagining Theo James is here instead of Cam. Theo’s hands move up and down my body, forcing me to give it my all, and give into the desire for him.

I’m so lost in the music, I don’t notice the shift in the air or hands that don’t belong to Theo, I mean, Cam caress my body. It’s not until their words penetrate my ear do I hear the difference.

“You looked so fucking good out there, dancing with your man that we decided to ask him to let us cut in.” My eyes open slowly, staring into a set of dreamy, mint green ones. These are the kind a girl could get lost in if you let her, and something tells me he would definitely let me.

Or make me, judging by the way he looks. Ink travels the length of his neck and arms, making me wonder where else he has tattoos, because these leave nothing to the imagination. Long, strawberry blond hair tied into a low ponytail, with a little peach fuzz lining his chiseled jawline. Muscles bulge from underneath his black short-sleeved shirt and leather vest.

Tall, dark, mysterious, and ready to cause trouble.

“Is that right? You think my man isn’t man enough for me?” I ask, a grin on the cusp of my lips.

His smile widens, showing off his mother of pearly white teeth that reminds me of the big bad wolf. “Not saying that, beautiful, just saying I don’t think one man is enough for a woman like you.” A woman like me, huh?

“What kind of woman would that be?” I ask, gazing deeply into his eyes, trying to mesmerize him with my charm.

He just laughs, a throaty, belly-rumbling laugh when his friend says, “Dance with us?” grabbing me around the waist.

Clearly it wasn’t a question.

I burst into a fit of giggles, feeling his warm hands wrap around my body. I’ve missed the way a man’s hands feel around me. The closeness, the intimacy… Everything.

Rather than answer, I lean into him, allowing him to guide my body as if I’m the doll and he’s the child playing with me. We make the few steps it takes for them to get me back in centerstage.

Looking over his shoulder, my eyes land on Cam, silently asking if he’s okay by himself. He simply nods, watching us from the bar. My knight in shining armor without being my real knight.

As “Sex Metal Barbie” by In This Moment begins to play, I let his hands control my movements.

Swaying from side to side, feeling the music deep in my bones, I grind along with him.

Wrapped up in the song and the way we feel together, my hands reach up to the sky. Slowly his hands move from my waist, down to my ass, pulling me closer.

Okay, this doesn’t feel too awkward, so I just roll with it.

I can feel his growing erection with each bump against my hips he makes.

Shortly after, I feel someone else’s hands slide into my afro, gently tugging. “Mmm, that feels nice.” I croon, letting my head fall back.

“You look so beautiful between us.” His friend observes my parted lips, sweat on my brow, and gyrating hips. Suddenly, the gentle tug from before is being replaced by a rough pull when my body collides with his. “You feel that, you feel how hard you have me from watching you shake your ass with him?”

“Care to loosen your grip there, guy?” I say, looking into his semi-darkened eyes. They’re wild and unfocused almost like he’s looking without seeing.

“Don’t mind him, he just likes to play rough, but he’s cool, I promise.” The guy in front me says, leaning in to trace his tongue along the base of my neck up to my throat. His actions slowly draw my attention away from the other guy going all dominant on me. “That’s right, sweet thang, eyes on me.” First of all, don’t you try to seduce me with your words. Eyes on me, yeah okay, buddy, I’ll put something on you alright. I giggle, making him ask, “What’s so funny?”

Rather than answer, I pull his head down to me, closing my lips over his.

To say they are some of the most kissable lips I’ve ever seen, he kinda sucks at it. Too thick as they suck mine in, way too much tongue that generates too much wetness for my liking, and his breath smells like stale cigarettes.

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