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She dragged the air into her lungs and forced herself to speak. “I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

He raised her up several inches, again taking his time, and then slid her back down hard against him. The pressure of his cock against her cervix and her clit ramming against his groin was taking her fast bac

k toward climax. He pumped her up and down over him, her cum making the descent slick and fast. Before she even realized what he was doing, he’d taken the few steps to the wall and pressed her back against it. Pinned, all she could do was succumb to the ecstasy as he slammed into her.

Sweat dotted his brow and color flushed his cheeks. He sought out her mouth and thrust his tongue deep into the wet cavity with the same rhythm his cock thrust into her silky hole. Again and again, he filled her. Harder, he drove into her, pulling her against him with every thrust, until she screamed, “Yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Coming powerfully around him, her body molded tight to him with every penetration, opening further to him with every plunge. His body tensed as he thrust faster. She ground herself against him with every fuck, riding him over and over, until at last, his own deep groan escaped and he pulled her down and held her firm against him. His cock pulsed inside of her as his cum spilled into the rubber. Her inner walls hugged him, milking him of every drop. He rested his forehead against her ear, his heavy breath warming the skin on her neck.

“Amber,” he whispered into her hair, “will you let me take you out now?”

She let out a soft laugh. “I definitely think we are compatible, in at least one way.”

Chapter Three

This is too good to be true, Amber thought with an anxious mix of hope and suspicion. No, she decided, picking at the linen napkin in her lap, I’m going to live in the moment and take this night for whatever it is. Plenty of time tomorrow to fret and analyze.

She looked up across the intimate candlelit table for two and saw Brian’s blue eyes fixed on her quizzically. “Is there something wrong?”

Had she been so obvious? “No, Brian. Not at all. Sometimes I just have to remind myself that it’s okay to have fun.”

His expression reflected concern. “You aren’t having fun?”

She reached across the table for his hand and quickly reassured him. “Nothing like that. I’m having a wonderful time. Almost too good to believe.”

His smile instantly relaxed and he pulled her hand up to his mouth, dropping kisses over her knuckles. “I can’t remember the last time I felt so comfortable with someone I just met. I mean, I know we knew of each other in high school—”

“Abby?”

“Okay, you know what I mean. This is really the first time we’ve talked. It feels right. I don’t know what to say other than I hope you’re enjoying yourself as much as I am.”

“Do you always have a perfect response?”

“Hardly, I usually have to spend the evening prying my foot out of my mouth. I don’t usually click. Not like this.”

Amber felt small as he held her gaze, like she’d stepped into something much bigger than she could have imagined. Suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity of his stare, she pulled back, needing to break the connection. She leaned away from the table and pointed up.

Deep bass resonated through the ceiling from the band that had started playing upstairs.

“Do you dance?” she asked.

Brian stood, pulled a few bills from his pocket and dropped them on the table. With a wolfish grin he held out his hand for her. “I love to dance. Let’s go.”

Emerging through the crowded hallway which led from Riley’s downstairs, Brian pulled Amber into The Grind. The club catered to local bands and was known for delivering consistent talent. The room was a mash of hot skin swaying to a heavy beat. He held her hand as they wove through the bodies, tangled together in slow sensual dance, to a small open space in the back corner of the room. Pulling her in front of him, he wrapped his arms around her waist, tucking her into him as they swayed with the rest of the crowd.

With her back pressed against the length of Brian’s long body, Amber reached her arms behind her so that her hands rested against his firm thighs. Brian’s stance was wider than her own, allowing their hips to move as one. Soon, his hands began to roam over the hills and valleys of her figure. He skimmed over her arms and shoulders, into her tangle of curls and along the outer ridge of her chest, to her hips and across the flat of her abdomen. Then down further, dangerously close to her inner thighs. The crinkled fabric of her skirt rubbed between them as he moved possessively over her, spreading a wet, erotic ache between her legs. A quickening sense of need. For now, every inch of her belonged to him.

Stealing a quick glance from the corner of her eye, she noted that the other show goers were to the left and in front of them, all completely focused on the stage, their faces turned up toward the carefully disheveled man crooning about time and women under the spotlight. She and Brian were all but invisible in their dark corner.

His muscles rippled under her hands with every sway and soon Amber found herself unable to be good. She wanted to feel each muscle in his body flex and relax. Leaning forward at her waist, she added a sensual turn to the dance. Her hips moved against Brian’s groin as she pressed her splayed fingers down over his knees and thick calves, up the front of his legs until she felt his cock going rock hard against her ass. She leaned up, backing slightly into the pressure of its swell, swaying in a motion only a second behind Brian, letting her movement follow, teasing, inviting, until his erection was fully raised and nestled between her cheeks.

His low groan in her ear and warm breath over her neck sent chills racing over her body. Her nipples tightened under her push-up bra and wet lust trickled down her thighs. What could they get away with here? Would he think she was crazy for getting so hot in the middle of all these people? She had to find out.

Brian seemed to be of the same mind. One hand rubbed across her bare midriff and stole up under her top, taking a handful of lacy breast and massaging it to the beat of the music and then pulling the thin cup down to play with the tight point of her nipple, until she had to struggle to keep from moaning. The other hand, farthest from the crowd, swept circles over her hip, pulling up the filmy skirt with every turn until he had bunched it at her side. From the front or left, the excess fabric hung in deceptive folds, but at the right, his strong hand was smoothing across the taut skin below her abdomen. She quivered as his cock pulsed against her ass and his fingers teased through her small strip of pubic hair.

His chest rose and fell quickly against her back, intensifying her excitement. The cool air circulating around the floor of the room breezed up under her skirt, chilling the wet trail where her juices dripped against her thighs.

“Touch me,” she whispered, turning her head to speak into his ear.

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