Page 131 of Ewan

He looks up at me, and I expect him to question me about my life choices, about dancing for money. About wearing a different personality and handling men like the jerk running the club.

But he doesn’t want to do that––I can see it in his eyes.

And as he tips his face up, asking for my lips, I realize he just wants to fuck me, and I’m all for that.

We kiss. A lot of it is sex. A lot of it is me having his arms around me. And him getting me naked on his lap.

It took us a while to get here, and there were moments when I, for sure, never thought we’d be getting to this point.

Whatever kept us away from each other is lost in the blurred backgrounds of our hazy minds.

He was right about fucking me slowly like we were dancing. I feel at home with him. It’s intimate and safe.

Sex has never tasted better, and having his body pressed into mine, his lips crashed onto mine, and his arms around me have never felt better.

The voices ringing outside can’t destroy our little bubble or stop us from doing what we’ve been doing, and when I start to throb around him, and he stirs inside me, he rips his lips away from mine and whispers in my ear.

“Let’s find some cheap motel room and fuck. I want to hammer you, woman. I’ve had enough of this place.”

Our eyes meet.

He seems honest in his request.

I’ve never seen someone more genuine about his wants.

I look down.

“What about my clothes? I can’t walk out like that.”

“Are these your clothes or the club’s?”

“These are mine.”

“I’ll go get your stuff from backstage. Does he owe you anything?”

“Tonight’s money.”

“Tonight’s money?? Are you dancing here again?”

“I’m supposed to dance again tomorrow evening. I’m filling in for a friend.”

“Is she a good friend?”

I stay silent, unwilling to tell him she has warned me about him, yet I nod.

“Do you want to come back?”

“No. But I don’t want to let her down.”

He looks at me thoughtfully.

“All right,” he drawls. “Will talk more about this.”

He taps my butt gently, and I move away from him while he takes his semi and tucks it into his boxers.

“You did good,” he says, laughing, as I must still have a longing look on my face.

I bite back a grin.

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