Page 4 of Consequence of One Reckless Night

Hadn’t she gyrated at his front, rubbing her bottom against his crotch when a particularly raunchy song had blasted from the speakers? And hadn’t her breasts brushed against his back when she twirled around him, keeping her hands tethered to his hips? Hadn’t she pushed back eagerly when his shaft lengthened against her bottom?

Were such moves the actions of an ingénue?

Bold, experienced women had enticed him with far more erotic moves and yet, his shaft hadn’t hardened as quickly and swiftly as it had in this woman’s presence. His length jumped in his jeans, desperate for relief after being in a state of almost constant arousal.

Alexandre groaned softly.

When was the last time he had sustained an erection for so long? Had it been any one of his other women, he would have taken them up to the room discreetly situated behind the VIP lounge and slaked his lust, but something about—what was her name anyway?

Disbelief filled him as he stared at the sexy nymph in front of him. How had he not got her name yet when they’d already spent hours dancing with each other?

“Hey,” he said, seeking to remedy his oversight, handing her a drink, fruity concoction with just a dash of rum.

“Hi.” She smiled up at him, her lips parting to show a set of beautiful teeth.

Alexandre scoured her heart-shaped face, committing to memory her twinkling brown eyes, her small nose and her full lips above the pointy chin. Thick strands of hair stuck to her cheek which she brushed back before taking the frosted glass from his hands.

“Don’t just gulp it down. Savor it,” he advised, watching her as she took a careful sip before smiling widely at him.

“Love it,” she said before going back to her drink.

Alexandre also took a sip of his drink. “I didn’t get your name.”

Brown eyes widened at his statement. “Oh my God! And we’ve been dancing together for hours!” she exclaimed, slapping her forehead. “I’m Raquel.” Immediately, she held out her hand to him, which he encased in his.

“Alexandre.”

“Beautiful name,” she said almost without thinking, blushing when his smile widened.

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Raquel looked awayshyly, suddenly aware of the heat in Alexandre’s gaze.

After she had agreed to him showing her a good time, he brought her down to the dance floor where she danced her heart out.

He was a brilliant partner—light on his feet and easy on the eyes. His moves were sensual as he danced with her, his hands grazing over her curves but never really touching her.

She hoped he would touch her, a thought that shocked her just as much as it excited her. What would his hands feel like on her body? She wished he would grab her and crush her against his hard body, wished he would do something more than just tease her. Every time his shoulders brushed against hers, heat poured into her veins, igniting every cell in her body. A fine layer of sweat coated her skin, and it wasn’t just from dancing. She was literally burning up!

Was it the alcohol that she’d consumed or was she drunk on this sexy hunk whose eyes openly devoured her while keeping his hands strictly off her?

When the music turned into something downright heavy and dirty, and couples around them began to dance intimately, she wished he would just take her in his arms. Instead, he put some distance between them, watching her with eyes that shone with an emotion she didn’t recognize.

Bolstered by the heat which sizzled through her, she twirled around him, brushing her bottom against his crotch. A sharp hiss escaped him, but she didn’t stick around to catch his reaction. Dancing around him, she boldly rubbed her breasts against his broad back, her hands snaking around his hips, keeping him close, fearing that he would step away.

Strong hands clapped on her waist when she danced around to his front, stilling her, holding her flush against his rock-hard body. Something hard prodded her bottom and she squirmed only to stiffen when a vile curse filled her ears. It was then that she realized that Alexandre was aroused.

Color flooded her cheeks as heat and pure lust drenched her, dampening the soft flesh between her legs. She reached back to cup his length when suddenly, the music stopped. It had the same effect as a cold shower, immediately jerking her out of the sexual stupor she was in.

“I need a drink,” she blurted, surprising him with her request, but he simply nodded. When he was gone, Raquel let out a shaky breath.

What was she thinking, grabbing a man’s private parts in a crowded club? And how could she behave so wantonly with a man she knew nothing about.

But he rescued you, a voice whispered inside her, as if that gave her the right to grope a man in public!

She’d never been so strongly attracted to a man before. Not one man, in all her twenty-seven years, had caused such powerful reactions within her.

Had a man ever looked at her with such untamed lust in his eyes before? Had her breasts ever swelled and hardened at the thought of rubbing against a hard chest? When had she ever felt such a throbbing need between her legs before?

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