Page 7 of Ruined Promises

Long legs.

Round ass.

Perky breasts.

And when she turned around, I caught a glimpse of her gorgeous smile.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her since I watched her group arrive and take over the booth two down from ours. This is my first official week inWillow Creek, New York, and I think I might just like it here.

While I should be focusing on the job at hand, I somehow let my younger brother, Asher, convince me that I could take a night off and let loose. Although, as I look over at him, I find twobarely dressed, blonde women hanging all over him in our VIP booth, and I think we have two different definitions of letting loose. He told me I needed to unwind.

But now that I’m here, I don’t mind the loud music and the crowds as much since I laid eyes onher.

I don’t stop staring at her as I watch her walk down the stairs, headed to the dance floor. Her long dark brown hair is flowing down her back in loose curls, and I want to know what it feels like to run my fingers through it to tangle my fingers through it as I taste those plump pink lips.

With my glass of Macallan 12single malt scotch in hand, I get up from the table and walk over to the balcony’s edge, resting my arms on the railing. I take a sip from the glass and search the crowd for her.

Bingo.It’s like my eyes are drawn right to her.

I spot her in the center of the dance floor. This woman has captivatedme, and I can’t take my eyes off her—the way her hips sway side to side, the way her smile lights up her face, and the way her eyes closeas if she is getting lost in the music. I want to get lost in her.

I take another sip of my drink, finishing off the tumbler. I walk back to the table and place my glass down rather sternly, causing my brother to look away from one of the blondes, whoarenow basically in his lap, and directly at me.Keeping it real classy, Asher.

“I’m going downstairs for another drink.”

“What? Why? We have anything and everything we could ever want up here.” I give one last glance over my shoulder at our table to find one blonde grinding in my brother’s lap while the other blonde is kissingalonghis neck.Yeah, Idefinitely don’twant to be around to witness that.Plus,everything I want is down there in a little black dress.

I make my way down the stairs and through the crowd while continuing to watch her. Because of my height, I tower over most women on the dance floor and some men. I have the perfect view of her. As I approach, I follow the droplets of sweat that drip down from her forehead to her neck to between her breasts. Ihave tomentally tell my cock to stay down because all I want to do is trail that same path with my tongue.

I’m starting to sound more like my brother than myself, which scares me. But I already want to know everything there is to know about this woman before I even have her name. There is something about this girl that is pulling me to her like a magnet. I choose to forgo the bar because I am getting drunk on just her; she is intoxicating.

I close the distance between us. I step up behind her as she sways side to side, completely lost. I place my hands on her waist and pull her closer to me, her back now firmly against my front. She freezes a moment, her body tense as if she’s deciding whether she should tell me to get lost or not, but as quickly as it happened, she begins to relax into my touch. This beautiful vixen goes back to moving her hips side to side in a figure-eight motion, and I’m not sure how much longermy cock will obey and not let her know how interested he really is.

My hand moves from her side to her stomach, holding her protectively against me. The dance floor iscrowded,and I want to keep her close. She continues to relax into me as we dance. I am anythingbut a good dancer—I’m not even sure I have rhythm—but with this goddess guiding me, I feel like I’m ready to take onDancing with the Stars, or possiblyDirty Dancing. Her ass keeps grinding against my cock, and the thought of burying it deep inside her makes me harder with each motion. I’m sure she can feel what she is doing tome,but she hasn’t stepped away. In fact, with the change of song, she changes her position with her head fully resting against my chest and her arm wrapped up behind my neck.This gives me the perfect view of gorgeous tits, front and center.

I’m not sure how long we dance when I notice her friends have begun trailing off back to the VIP section. Onefriend in particular, ablonde, leans over and whispers something. My temptress nods, and her friend makes her way back through the crowd. I don’t mind being alone with her, not that being on the crowded dance floor of a club is really being alone.

I lean down, running my nose up and down her pulse point, inhaling her sweet scent. I can feel her swallow thickly, the tension building between us.I think it’s time, though, that I put a name to this beautiful face. I spin her in my arms, and she slowlydragsher gaze up my body and the breath leaves my body. If I thought she was gorgeous from far away, I’m not even sure I can handle her this close.She is an angel sent from heaven, and I’m the devil ready to corrupt her.

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