Music pulses through the room, vibrating the floors beneath my feet as I stand at the packed bar. The bartender hands me two shots and takes my money. I turn and hand one to the blonde standing next to me. She’s hot, smoking hot. The dress she’s wearing is tight enough that I can tell she’s not wearing any underwear. I throw back the shot and stare at her tits, straining against the restrictive material. A blinding smile flashes across her lips and she tips the glass back.
She leans in close, her body brushing against mine. “I want to dance.” She says in my ear seductively. She doesn’t even move away from the bar before she’s pressing her body against me, grinding and writhing. Without moving I signal the bartender for a beer and he slides a bottle of Corona down the bar, smiling and shaking his head. The girl drops to the floor and my gaze hits that of a girl behind her. Purely by chance. I swear. She smiles and cocks a brow before the blonde pops back up.
I love women. I love the way they feel, how they smell, the way they move. I love the challenge of bedding a new one, the thrill of the chase. This right here is a game of skill. Some will come easily, but it’s the ones that don’t that I really like. The ones who fight with their own sense of moral compass, but succumb to the animal allure of chemistry and sex. Yep, they’re always the best ones.
My phone vibrates against my back pocket, and I take it out, glancing at the screen. Ethan. Finally. I lost that fucker over an hour ago. I wrap my hand around the back of the blonde’s neck and pull her in close so I can speak in her ear.
“I have to step out for a second. I’ll be back.”
“Okay, hurry.” Her voice drops and her palm brushes over my dick. Well, if ever there were incentive.
Turning away from her, I push through the crowd. There’s a smoking area at the back of the club, a patio of sorts. I step outside and call Ethan back, but it goes straight to voicemail. Damn it.
I look up and spot the brunette I picked up in here last week making her way towards me. She’s wearing leather hot pants and a cropped t-shirt; and fucking hell, I almost want to high five myself for that shit. Her belly button piercing glints in the low lighting and when she runs her tongue over her bottom lip I see the flash of a tongue stud. She knows how to use that as well. Shit, what was her name? Leona? Leana? Leanne! No, wait…
“Hey, sweetheart. You look good.” I drag my eyes over her body appreciatively and she props her hand on her hip, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Not good enough to make you call.” Ah, fuck. Okay, wing it.
I plaster on my most charming smile. “Look, I’m a busy guy. I’m not going to call you and ask you out when I know you could do better. You deserve a guy who can fucking devote himself to you.” Her facial expression softens and I move closer to her, stroking a strand of jet black hair off her neck. “Women like you are rare gems. They should be coveted.” I drop my voice to a deep whisper. She doesn’t say anything, but her eyes flick to my lips and that tongue stud makes an appearance as she swipes her tongue over her bottom lip. I lean in and kiss her, caressing my tongue against hers. She moans against my lips and pulls away.
“Come dance with me?” She purrs, scraping her teeth over her bottom lip.
“Give me two minutes. I just need to make a call.” She smiles and walks away. I bite down on my fist as I watch those perfect arse cheeks disappear.
I hear a low chuckle right beside me. “You know, you’re good kid.” I turn at the sound of the voice and come to face to face with the most suave looking motherfucker I’ve ever seen. He’s tall, well over six foot, dark hair, chiseled jaw, broad shoulder, the whole hog. The suit he’s wearing looks expensive as fuck and he narrows his eyes at me as he inhales on a cigar.
“Uh, thanks?”
His friend beside him laughs, and he’s just as pimped out
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