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Ashley: It’s called an orgasm. It’s something that happens when you have sex. Some people think they’re rather nice...
Me: I’m not sleeping with him. I’ve only just met the man! Won’t he think I’m easy?
Ashley: [rolling eye emoji] Who cares what he thinks, Pip! Have some fun for once! Let loose. Enjoy yourself. Have a night of passion with a well-hung man and tell me all about it in the morning!
I’m about to message her back, but I see Nate walking back toward me through the bar. He’s a foot taller than everyone else. Easy to spot. His wide, football player shoulders force their way through the gaggle of drunken dancers like a knife through hot butter.
He’s so frigging hot. I wouldn't mind spreading him all over my toast in the morning.
Maybe Ishouldgo for it?
He didn’t have to come to this bar with me? He didn’t have to ask me to have a drink with him…
In fact, he’s had about a million chances to leave, but instead, he’s still here. Waking toward me with his big, rugged face, and a sexy smile.
Those piercing blue eyes boring into my soul and doing funny things to my ovaries.
“Fancy a dance?” he says as he slides onto the barstool next to me.
“A dance?” I look around. There’s literally nobody in the place dancing. There isn’t even a dance floor. “I’m not sure this is the right place for it.”
“There’s music isn’t there?”
He gets up and pulls me to my feet. My body crashes into him.
I’m not exactly the most dainty person in the world. My mom always used to tell me I was born with two left feet… and she was right.
But Nate makes it easy for me.
He presses me against his body. I rest my head on his chest. We sway slowly in time to the music.
People are looking at us, and usually, that would totally freak me out. But for some reason, with Nate’s arms on my hips, I just don’t care.
For the first time in ages, I feel free.
I look up into his eyes. He’s already staring down at me. His blue eyes hooded. There’s a hardness in his pants pressing against my stomach. It’s not difficult to see what’s on his mind.
“You know,” he whispers, “I’m having a really good time.”
“Me, too.”
“I was sitting in that restaurant, wondering whether I’d made a wrong decision. Thinking about packing my bags up and moving somewhere else. It seemed like such a good idea, moving here. Get away from the city, I told myself. Move somewhere quiet. Somewhere peaceful and beautiful and away from all the vapid, selfish, self-obsessed people I’d found myself surrounded by.
“But it’s not easy being alone in a new place. Especially when you’re working all the time. It felt like there was something missing in my life. But I didn’t know what.
“And then I met you.”
“You saved me,” I say. “I could have died.”
“No,” he leans his head down and our lips touch softly. I close my eyes and press my body hard against his. “You saved me,” he growls.
I open my mouth and our tongues collide. “Oh, Nate,” I groan, reaching around behind him and squeezing his rock-hard ass.
“Piper.” He kisses my neck. Peppering my skin with his lips as I dry hump his leg.
I put my hand between his legs and squeeze his hardness. “How about we go somewhere more… private?” I whisper.
The fear of rejection is almost too much to bear. If it wasn’t for the drinks I’ve had I’d never have the guts to be this forward. Not with a man that looks like Nate.
