Page 149 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol 4
"I'll do one song. But that's it." He lifted up his glass, clinked it against mine, and downed his shot.
I smiled as I followed suit. I waved to the bartender and pointed to our shot glasses. "This is going to be so much fun, I promise." I reached across the table and placed my hand on his. The same spark I felt back in Indiana shot up my arm and I immediately removed my hand.God, I was in so much trouble.
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"Ah, it's our turn!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him up out of his seat.
"You should just go."
"I already signed us both up. We're singing Near Me by the Cigarsmoakers."
He looked so reluctant, despite the fact that I had been forcing shots on him for half an hour.
"There's a boy and a girl part. I can't do it by myself." I gave him an exaggerated frown.
"Fine."
I grabbed his hand and we walked up to the stage together. I was surprised when he kept his fingers intertwined with mine until we got up on the stage. As soon as he dropped my hand to grab his mic, my hand felt cold. I liked the feeling of his skin against mine. I stared at him as he cleared his throat. The music started blaring through the restaurant.
"Babe, I thought I was good before I met you," he sang and pointed at me.
I laughed.
"I drink a lot which is an issue, but I'm alright." He winked at me.
Why the hell had he not wanted to do this? He was such a good singer. So much better than me.
His eyes stayed locked on mine. It was like he was singing directly to me.
He pulled the mic off the stand and walked over to me. "Now you're looking sexy in a dingy bar." He lightly touched a strand of my hair.
I felt frozen in place. Was this really happening? It felt like he was serenading me.
"Lick the tattoo on your shoulder," he sang and lightly touched my shoulder.
Chills ran down my spine.
He pulled the mic away from his face and I realized that it was almost my turn to sing.
I wanted to sing to him too. I wanted him to know how attracted I was to him. I wanted him to want me back. "You look better than the day I met you," I sang and touched his chest with my index finger.
The fire in his eyes made my throat feel dry.
"Stay, and blast that Wink-183 song, that we played to death in Tucson, alright." Looking at him made me nervous. But I needed to go for it. This seemed like the best possible moment. " So, baby, get beside me in the backseat of your Audi." I grabbed the front of his t-shirt and pulled him closer to me, before turning around and pressing my ass against him.
"Fuck."
Oh my God, had he really just said that out loud? Or had I imagined it? Why had I drank so much? I tried to focus on thelyrics but all I wanted to do was dance with him. I wanted to feel his hands on my hips. I wanted him to literally get beside me, just like the song said. Or maybe all up on me.
"Baby get beside me," he sang and grabbed my hips, pulling me more firmly against him.
And I could feel him. He was hard. Really hard. God, he wanted me too. I grinded against him.
" Pull those sheets right off the bed," I sang as I dipped low against him.
His fingers definitely tightened on my waist.
"We're never getting older!" I stood up straight and reached behind me, running my fingers down the back of his neck.
