Page 2 of Free Me

I want to say ‘you’, but that’s presumptuous. I drop onto an empty bar stool, and she steps in, making room for herself between my spread legs. Her brilliant smile reappears as my hands settle on her hips. “I should go. I have to get up early for work tomorrow.”

She eyes me skeptically. “Sorry, darling, but in that Tom Ford suit, you most definitely aren’t middle management. I’m sure you make your own schedule.” With a critical eye, she takes in my appearance, and I can all but see the puzzle pieces as she lays them out in her mind. “If I were a betting person, which I’m not, because I amexceedinglyfrugal with my money, I’d guess… hmmm.” She taps her chin with a long, perfectly manicured finger. “You own your own business. Not a law firm, unless you’re a partner, though your hair is too gorgeous for that.”

She runs her fingers through my hair, and I briefly close my eyes, enjoying the gentle tug on my scalp. “Lawyers don’t have gorgeous hair?”

“Gods, no! They use so much product, they’re like a Ken doll from the sixties.” My confusion must show. “Perfect and plastic.”

That shocks a bark of laughter from me. “Well, good to know I don’t look plastic.”

She slips her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine. “But you do look perfect. Perfectly edible.”

At some point, the bartender must have given up waiting for me to order because he reappears with a glass of something fizzy and red and sets it in front of the beauty in my arms. “On the house. Don’t stay away so long next time.” She blows him a kiss and takes a sip of her drink before setting it on the bar and turning to me.

“You’re a regular here?”

She bobs her head back and forth. “I was, a long time ago. Tonight I was feeling a bit nostalgic and my only single friend was busy, so I came out to dance by myself.”

“And find some company?”

I’m surprised when she shakes her head. “No. Not really my thing.” She plays with the curls at the nape of my neck. “At least, that hadn’t been my intention. Then I saw you, and…” She leans in slowly, giving me time to back away, but I’m frozen in place, my heart hammering in my chest as her soft lips press against mine. Desire snakes up my spine, spreading along every nerve. She deepens the kiss, gliding her tongue along my lower lip until I let her in. I slip my arms around her waist and pull her against me, the kiss tasting like cranberry. She’s all hard angles and firm muscles under the silky-smooth crop top. I want to touch every inch of her warm skin with such desperation I should be embarrassed. But I’m not. She clings to me just as fiercely, our kiss feverish, our tongues stroking into each other’s mouths. Fuck, she’s intoxicating, and I can’t get enough.

I’m jostled hard from behind, breaking the tension and bringing our frenzied kiss to an abrupt end. Reluctantly I pull away, leaving both of us panting like we’ve run miles. Fuck, I haven’t wanted physical contact this much since I was a horny teenager. I squeeze her hips and slide back on the stool as far as I can without falling off. Like twelve inches will be enough space to weaken her pull on me. “Sorry.”

That sunshine grin reappears. “Sorry for what? Kissing me like you can’t get enough?” She ignores my attempt at self-distraction and steps closer, sliding her fingers into my hair, tugging gently. “Grabbing my ass and grinding against me like I’m the sexiest girl alive?” Damn, she is. So incredibly sexy. She guides my lips to her neck and my pathetic attempt at resistance melts like chocolate near a flame.

I kiss along her jaw, down the column of her neck, licking at her Adam’s apple, tasting her slightly salty skin. It’s intoxicating and I want more. I dip into the hollow at the base of her throat and breathe in the scents of sweat and a delicious warm vanilla. “God, you are so tempting.” I mouth the words against the skin of her clavicle. She hums her approval as she runs a hand down my chest and over my abs to cup my aching balls. “Fuck.” I drop my head to her shoulder and close my eyes. Jesus, I’m no better than Gilbert. Though not as young as the twenty-something Gilbert’s hooking up with, the beauty in my arms is clearly quite a few years younger than me. “We can’t do this.”

She backs away, withdrawing her warm body and intoxicating scent, leaving me swaying into the now vacant space. “Here? Or at all?”

My mouth opens and closes a few times as I try to find the words to tell her I don’t do this. I’m not a spontaneous guy. I’m also not a creeper trolling for younger partners.

She caresses my jaw and her smile turns soft. “Hey, I’m not looking for a sugar daddy, and I’m not trying to work through any personal issues by throwing myself at a sexy as heck older guy. You’re insanely hot, and maybe you’re as lonely as I am. There’s no harm in finding pleasure in another person’s touch, if it’s what we both want.”

I nod, because she’s not wrong, and I do want her. I want her so much my body aches with it. “Yes. Okay, yes.”

She bites her luscious lower lip and peers at me like she’s weighing a big decision. “Follow me.” She grabs my wrist and tugs me to my feet.

For someone in excessively high, pencil-thin heels, she speeds expertly through the throng. Jesus. Am I really doing this? I barrel along behind her, letting her lead. So, fuck. I guess I am. A small voice in my head points out this is not how the owner of a publishing company behaves, but I’m damned if I can find two shits to give about that now I’m on board with this. My cock is definitely doing the thinking, and my body thrums with anticipation, remembering how this goes.

We pause in front of an enormous bald man at the bottom of a dimly lit staircase. He’s wearing black slacks and a black T-shirt with “SECURITY” written across the chest. “Tony.”

The big man turns around, glare firmly in place until he sees my partner, and his face splits into a grin. “Hey stranger! It’s been awhile! You must’ve snuck in while I was on break.”

She nods and leans into me. “I know it’s usually off limits, but any chance upstairs is empty? I wanted to show my friend the lounge.”

Tony glances at our clasped hands and rolls his eyes. “Fine. But don’t be long and don’t make a mess. I have a party coming in at eleven, and I don’t want to get fired because stuff’s out of place.”

“Thanks Tony!” She hurries up the stairs and I follow, wondering how often she’s done this before. What if I don’t measure up?

Before I can get too caught up in my own head, we reach the top of the stairs and she sweeps aside a curtain. We step into a luxurious VIP suite and I get the barest glimpse of high top tables overlooking the dance floor before she’s in my arms, pressing her tight, firm body against me, tugging me down into another scorching kiss that melts my brain and has my cock fully on board.

Her hands are everywhere, smoothing over my body, tugging my hair. Her teeth sink into my neck, making me gasp and my cock throb as pleasure surges through me. Fuck, yes. I lean into it, my body thrumming with desire as she reawakens sensations I’d almost forgotten. I’m lust-drunk. There’s a buzzing under my skin, and I can’t remember the last time I felt this alive.

“Tell me what you want.” I run my hands up her thighs, under the soft fabric of her skirt, and finally get my hands on the bare cheeks of her perfect ass, squeezing firmly. She moans into my mouth and leans into me, forcing me backward. I’m not resisting, but I am six foot one and about one hundred eighty-five pounds. She’s at least four inches shorter, built like a dancer and wearing six-inch heels. That by itself is impressive. But damn, she’s strong.

My shoulders hit the wall, and her hand presses against my cock, squeezing me through my dress pants. I shudder and thrust into her palm, giving up any remaining hesitation. It feels so good and it’s been too long since I’ve had someone else’s hands on my body. She’s also too damned sexy to resist.

I lose myself in her confident touch, groaning when she unzips the front of my pants and slides her hand inside. Her warm breath tickles my ear. “I came here to dance a bit, lose myself in the music, not hook up with anyone. Then I saw you, and good gods, I had to have you. All broad shoulders and dark, wavy hair. You are asnacc!” She gives my cock a few firm strokes and nips at my earlobe. “I want you inside me.”

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