"I might have come with a gaggle of women. That's for me to know and you to discover." I gave him a smile and moved from the bar, shifting to stand in front of him in order to take in the full picture.
No wedding ring. An elegant, white shirt—slightly unbuttoned at the top—and an Audemar Piguet on his wrist next to a black leather bracelet.
It all pulled together nicely, to display the high potential for a night of great fun for me. He was a wealthy playboy who liked the smell of cash and sex, when perfectly combined. I'd seen him a million times with a different face but a similar story. They were a dime a dozen, and yet... I was interested.
They didn't like strings and I didn't either.
"Do I make the cut?" He asked, turning to pick up his drink again.
He wasn't childish or needy like some of the men I'd run into. Money had a way of turning good men into infants or complete dicks. To meet one somewhere in the middle was highly unlikely, but one could always hope. He was confident and his gaze, so intently locked onto mine, left me a little breathless.
"I'm not sure yet." I shrugged and picked up the straw in my drink, stabbing the olive with it before lifting it to my lips and playing with it a little.
He watched closely before turning his gaze back to lock onto mine once more. "Olives. Such an odd request for a Jack and Coke. You like things a little non-traditional? Like to step outside the lines of reason and status quo to see what new experience might await you?"
He was baiting me and I liked it. A lot.
I ate the olive and stabbed another one, lifting it to his lips this time. I stepped between his legs and pressed my free hand into the swell of his chest.
He took care of himself... good.
"I'm always looking for a new experience, but so many people promise explosive opportunity and yet just can't seem to follow through." I rubbed the olive along his lips, watching him for movement.
The moment he moved to eat it, I jerked it away and sucked it into my mouth as he chuckled. "Your point, pretty girl. It's only one you'll get. I'm too competitive to hand you another one."
I gave him the most seductive look I had, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth as I let my eyes run down his body, resting on the curve at the front of his slacks and letting out a needy sigh.
"Looks like I'll have to just take them from you then."
"You think?" He slid a hand onto my hip and tugged me forward, leaving me flush against him.
I turned my hips a bit to rub myself against him. He had to know I was judging his worth by his size. Yep... he would do beautifully. Everything I wanted for the night.
Looks, money and a big cock.
"You've made your first mistake... don't make another."
"Or what?" His strong fingers slid into my hair. "You gonna punish me?"
"In more ways than you can imagine." I smiled and gently tugged myself out of his hold.
2 - Asher
A mistake? What mistake?
I started to ask as she pulled away from me, but let it go for the moment. Letting her know her seductive antics were dragging me in already wasn't smart, and was not going to happen. I had to play my cards right with this one, and she seemed to know what she was doing.
She turned toward the dance floor and I let myself take in the long stretch of her pretty legs, the full curve of her hips and her thin waist. Wavy chestnut locks rolled down her taut back covering her narrow shoulders beautifully. A shudder ran through me and I stifled it as best I could, instead of standing and moving up beside her.
"I've not seen you here before. First time?" I kept my eyes on the dance floor, locking onto a couple who seemed to be showing the world the best way to fuck with clothes on.
"I come all the time, but you don't." That soft laugh left her again.
I glanced toward her, unable to help myself. The warmth of her brown eyes told me quickly that there was more to the package than she revealed for a one night stand. Her makeup was pristine, her features accentuated beautifully—yet I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like in the early morning light with a scrubbed face, tousled hair and sleepy eyes.
Stop it. Behaving is for another time. Tonight will be my last release. Tomorrow I'll start my search for a wife. Tonight...
"Cat got your tongue, handsome?" She lifted an eyebrow and turned toward me, sliding her hand down the lapel of my jacket. "Come dance with me. No tongue required for that."
"No? Dang. I was more than willing to offer to use it." I winked and reached up, taking her hand and moving past her, walking toward the dance floor.
My stomach tightened as I turned and pulled her to me, the smile on her pretty face accelerating my need to watch her come into overdrive.
How beautiful would she be for me? Back arched and mouth slightly open as her eyes closed and she groaned my name?
The sexy little thing slid her hands up my chest and moved into me, turning just as I reached for her hips. Her ass pressed against the front of my budding erection and rolled over it a few times. She wanted to be in charge, but I wasn't so sure that was a good idea.
Grabbing her hips tightly, I jerked her against me and pressed my mouth against her ear. "Slow. I like it slow so the buildup leaves me thinking it might never come, but oh... when it does."
I ran my nose over her ear as she shuddered and slowed herself, dancing against me at the rhythm I demanded of her.
She was perfect. The sweet smell of her perfume was subtle. It kept bubbling up and rolling over me, drawing me to want to breathe her in, only to waft away. There was nothing bitchy or arrogant about her, yet she seemed confident and self-assured. Just as she had seemed while I’d watched her before approaching.
I wonder what she does for a living.
The music changed and she moved from me, turning to smile over her shoulder as she approached a small riser in the stage in front of us. Large poles rose from several places in the floor, but the one in front of me had all of my attention. She didn't hesitate at all to turn her back to it and slide down, her ass surely hugging either side of it.
I slipped my hands into my slacks and swallowed hard as I nodded at her. "Dance for me."
To watch her was almost more than I could bear. Her small breasts were perfect. Just enough to fill my hands, my mouth. Just right to tease and play with until she slapped me away or forced me lower.
I licked at my lips as she spun around the pole, her arm strength a bit of a surprise, and yet every move she made was fluid and sensual. Like I'd just run into a naughty ballerina. Her legs locked onto the pole and she tilted her body back, her hair falling beneath her, leaving her tight thighs and the curvy tops of her breasts on display for me.
She's done this before. Lots of times.