Page 5 of Piper's Pyro

“Nothing at all.” She waved her hand nonchalantly. “Myfriendlikes to interfere in my life. It’s annoying as hell.”

The suit didn’t appear to believe her as he considered me.

Lemme confirm his doubts.

I glided my hand around her waist and tugged her firmly against my chest. “Dance with me,” I told her. To hit it home for the suit, I kissed her neck. My favorite Whitesnake song began as if the cosmos was calling us to the dance floor.

Piper trembled.

“What game are you two playing?” The annoying turd tossed a few bills on the bar.

“Wait, um… Shit, I forgot your name again.” Piper pushed my hand off her. “I’m not playing any games.”

I stood behind her and jerked my head for the suit to leave.

“I’m out of here. After telling you my name three times, you don’t even remember it.”

“Because you’re forgettable,” I growled.

“Shut. Up!” She hit my shoulder.

Not okay. I grabbed her bicep and smashed my lips to hers. Jesus Christ, she tasted better than expensive champagne and gourmet truffles. I forced my tongue into her mouth and devoured her like a starved animal.

“You two are made for each other.” The suit left in a huff. His statement felt like an evil hex… A life sentence.

Did I care?

Not while I plundered Piper’s decadent mouth. When I came to my senses, I’d probably regret tonight for the rest of my life.

Again, did I care?

Fuck no.

Piper’s tongue twisted with mine. On the sly, she stole the air from my lungs with her voracious hunger. Much like a desperate woman deprived of affection… Deprived of a man’s cock.

It didn’t make any sense. Piper was gorgeous. Sexy. Alluring and vivacious. Men had to have been lined up for a chance between her legs.

The “Still of the Night” lyrics snapped me back to the present. Rather than break our lip lock, I tugged her off the stool and dragged her to the dance floor.

I pawed at her lush ass, not giving two fucks who might be watching our dirty dancing.

She ground her pelvis against my stiffy, gasping and sighing, seemingly close to having an epic orgasm.

I’d likely come next.

“Do you want my cock?” I asked through our kissing.

“Mhm.”

“Let’s go.” I released her, took her by the hand, and stalked out of the bar. I caught the first open elevator and pushed number four. When I faced Piper, she threw herself at me. I stumbled against the interior wall and hit the back of my head. “Fuck,” I hissed.

“Don’t be a baby.” She hooked her arms around my neck and pressed her full lips to mine. I lifted her by the waist, and she locked her legs around my hips.

I’d been with dozens of women, but never one so fucking strong-willed and domineering. How had she become this way? Had she been raised by wolves or a house full of cavemen?

The elevator dinged. The doors opened.

I carried my vixen down the hallway as we ravaged each other.

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