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Leaving me alone with him.

Bodies jostle us from all sides, pushing us closer andclosertogether until he’s right up against me. And even though I know I should push him away, should punish him for leaving me, my hands slide around his hips and tug him into me. Already I can feel the hardness of him, the length of his cock pressed against my hip, and I lean into it, making him suck in a breath and his cheeks darken.

My thigh presses between his legs as I grind into him, my face lowering to tuck into his neck as I graze my lips over his sweet skin. He tastes just like I remember, and I hate that I want him more than is reasonable. So my teeth sink into him, drawing a low moan from his chest. I can hear it, his mouth right against my ear.

My lips suck on him, teasing his skin, bruising it. He’s going to be black and blue there tonight. My mark on him. He won’t forget me easily.

He will look at it and remember.

He groans again, his fingers digging into my back as I thrust up against him, knowing that what we’re doing is filthy, but everyone else around us is doing the same. No one cares or notices that I’m dry humping him on the dancefloor, that I’m marking his skin with my lips and teeth.

I work him until he’s clutching on to me tightly and panting. I bring him right to the edge but I don’t let him have the satisfaction of falling over. Instead, I pull away, both of our chests heaving, the purple bruise on his neck visible.

His hard cock is pressing out from his pants.

Mine is too, throbbing and unrelenting. Fuck, itaches.

Our eyes clash and he wets his lips, causing me to lean down and growl into his ear, “You going to run?”

He trembles against me and then shakes his head.

“Are you sure?” I ask, biting at his earlobe. I don’t know what’s come over me, but he’s edible. I want to gobble him up.

He shakes his head and then corrects himself, nodding emphatically. It’s enough for me.

I lean into him once more, pressing against his hard cock, and I swear I can feel it pulsing against me. I grab onto his hand and pull him through the crowd and out into the breezy late-spring air. The night assaults us, cooling my warm skin.

Simon, runs a hand across his throat and lets out a shuddering breath as I move toward my Bronco.

“I can drive,” he says, and I shake my head.

“Hell no. You’re coming with me. I won’t have you running again.”

He doesn’t even resist as I wrench open the passenger door and usher him in. His butt makes an appearance in my line of sight, and I ogle it. Those ridiculous pressed khaki pants. He dresses like a forty-year-old accountant, and it gets me all hot and bothered. I swear to god. I have a new kink.

“Is someone gonna miss you tonight?” I ask when I suddenly remember where he came from.

“What?”

“The man you were meeting…”

His skin pales and he shakes his head. “No…it’s not…no.”

My eyes take in the sincerity in his gaze, but as much as I want more information, he doesn’t offer any up. Who is that man? And why did Simon’s skin leech of all color when I mentioned him?

“Please…I don’t want to…” He swallows. “I don’t want to speak about him. Not right now.”

My hand runs up his neck, and I cup it lightly. “You’re not in trouble, are you?”

His head shakes, some of his hair falling onto his forehead. Brushing it back, I look into those dark eyes and know that if I want him tonight, I need to let it go. And fuck do I want him.

“Okay,” I say softly and then move away, hopping into the driver’s seat and switching the car on. It rumbles beneath us, and I see his eyes swivel to my hand as it grasps on to the stick shift.

His tongue peeks out and wets his lips as I grip it and thumb the tip, teasing him just a little.

Without another word, I pull out of the parking spot and drive us back to my place. The place he left me. Where he snuck out and left me without a second thought.

But those negative feelings ignite and turn to ash as soon as we’re through the front door, Simon pressing into me, his mouth eager, his hands grasping.

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