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“Please kiss me,” I beg. If you don’t, I know beyond any shadow of doubt, I might die. The desperate tone in my voice is foreign to me. I’ve never wanted a man to claim my lips this much in my life.

He grants my wish.

Our mouths meet with a flurry of emotions, kissing like we’re both literally drowning. Shockwaves of heat zip through me, threatening to make me dizzy. I clasp his cheek with my palm to deepen the kiss, cursing my other hand isn’t free to cup his gorgeous face. I drink him in, the taste of strong liquor on his tongue. It’s so all-encompassing, I forget to breathe.

Fuck breathing, this is all I need.

I’m drowning in his kiss with no desire to be rescued.

“More,” I plead between kisses, threading my fingers through the strands of his hair.

He cups my face. “Greedy little thing,” he mocks before slamming his mouth over mine. His possession is unreal.

I moan when his tongue slips inside my mouth.

Jesus, this guy really knows what he’s doing.

His kiss is like flooring his foot on my desire’s accelerator. Goosebumps pebble up and down my body, and I shiver. I snake my other arm around his neck, bringing us closer together, my body molding to his and I melt into his warmth.

I lose all concept of time until he pulls away from me.

I let out a grunt of frustration.

A slow smile widens on his face as his hand travels down my body.

“You wore the perfect dress for tonight,” he tells me. “The sinful slit gives me easy access to your pussy.”

He robs me of a response when his fingers snake under my dress, finding my thong before sliding between my pussy lips.

I gasp.

“Fuck,” he growls in a low, deep voice, making me shudder. “You’re so fucking wet. Is that for me?”

“Y—yes,” I stammer.

“I’m a lucky bastard,” his fingers continue exploring me.

“Others will see us,” I protest. Notice how I don’t ask him to stop.

“That’s the point,” he sets me straight.

Jesus.

My eyes move left, then right, but his body blocks my view.

From the desperate moans echoing around us, I can only assume we’re not the only ones doing very naughty things.

Wow.

If I’m honest, yeah, this is crazy. I mean, off the wall bonkers. Mental institution nuts.

I’ve never been this promiscuous. Ever.

Sydney warned me the whole hedonistic vibe floating in the air once I stepped into the club might awaken dormant urges.

I’d snorted a laugh, convinced I’d never fall into that trap.

Look at me now…

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