sight of his gorgeous body. The blue lights above him gave an iridescent purple hue to his dark hair.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, placing her glass back onto the table. She anticipated his touch, feeling him again. And then, she was in his arms.
While the dance floor felt crowded before, now all she knew was Reed. The song shifted to Blue October’s “Hate Me.” He held her close against his strong body, and simply said, “I’ve missed you.”
His warm breath sent shivers down her neck, and she inhaled his scent of fresh wood and apple blossoms.
“So what ever happened to that sexy Italian chic, Claire? Your tribe mate?” he asked.
Mandi stiffened. Is that why he asked me to dance? So he could get to Claire?
“I don’t know. She was gone one morning when I woke up,” she said, pulling back to meet his eyes. “Wouldn’t you know more though, as a trainer?”
“We’re not told everything. Did she mention anything?”
“Like ‘I’m feeling like a trashy ho and I’m outta here’? Nope. She didn’t say nada.”
She felt like throwing out the question, “Why the interest?” but Mandi held her tongue. If there was one thing she’d learned in the last few weeks, it was to acquiesce to the wishes of the instructors. Right now, Reed may be playing nice, but she didn’t want to get on his bad side.
The music shifted to another slow number, but this one possessed more of a rhythm and Mandi felt a shift in the pressure of Reed’s hips. She raised her eyes to look into his, and what she saw there made her lick her lips in anticipation and preparation.
“Have I told you how alluring you look tonight?” Reed said, taking in the ample cleavage, made even more noticeable by the deep v-neck of her dress.
“No, but I’d love to hear it.”
“Good enough to eat,” he countered, “or at to least have a late-night snack.”
An all-natural throb started between her legs. If Mandi thought the fantasy of being with Reed was good, reality proved all that much better.
Grinding his hips into her pelvis, she felt his growing attraction. Beneath the audio stylings, she heard him moan as he leaned over and took a nibble from her neck.
* * * *
Reed wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. When his sister went missing from Sex U. a little more than a month ago, he decided to go undercover and take the investigation into his own hands. The school officials had given the authorities some lame excuse about how Willow had left a note and supposedly taken some exclusive job overseas, where she needed to remain incognito. Still, after all this time, given how close they were, Willow would never go this long without contacting Reed.
Once he started investigating, it appeared as if a fair amount of “dropouts” of the school actually were not heard from again. Coincidentally, they were all female students. Something was up, and he was there to find out what.
He really didn’t need a romantic liaison to interfere, but despite her rough exterior, Mandi possessed a soft sensibility that captured his interest and he could not ignore his attraction. The school was filled with beautiful, and willing, women. Looking around the dance floor, he could reach out and grab naked rounded asses on either side of him, yet… he’d much prefer the girl already in his arms.
“Mind getting out of here with me?” he asked. Damn responsibilities and all that he had to do. Right now, he could carve a little bit of pleasure out for himself.
“Would love to,” Amanda answered quickly.
* * * *
He took her hand, and they wove through the crowd. The night was a bit of a free-for-all, and all of the attendees – students and instructors – were allowed to do whatever they pleased. In most cases, that freedom translated into whoever they pleased.
Once outside, the air dipped down a few more degrees and Mandi shivered.
“Cold?” Reed asked, putting his arm around her.
“A little.”
“I’ll warm you up
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, placing her glass back onto the table. She anticipated his touch, feeling him again. And then, she was in his arms.
While the dance floor felt crowded before, now all she knew was Reed. The song shifted to Blue October’s “Hate Me.” He held her close against his strong body, and simply said, “I’ve missed you.”
His warm breath sent shivers down her neck, and she inhaled his scent of fresh wood and apple blossoms.
“So what ever happened to that sexy Italian chic, Claire? Your tribe mate?” he asked.
Mandi stiffened. Is that why he asked me to dance? So he could get to Claire?
“I don’t know. She was gone one morning when I woke up,” she said, pulling back to meet his eyes. “Wouldn’t you know more though, as a trainer?”
“We’re not told everything. Did she mention anything?”
“Like ‘I’m feeling like a trashy ho and I’m outta here’? Nope. She didn’t say nada.”
She felt like throwing out the question, “Why the interest?” but Mandi held her tongue. If there was one thing she’d learned in the last few weeks, it was to acquiesce to the wishes of the instructors. Right now, Reed may be playing nice, but she didn’t want to get on his bad side.
The music shifted to another slow number, but this one possessed more of a rhythm and Mandi felt a shift in the pressure of Reed’s hips. She raised her eyes to look into his, and what she saw there made her lick her lips in anticipation and preparation.
“Have I told you how alluring you look tonight?” Reed said, taking in the ample cleavage, made even more noticeable by the deep v-neck of her dress.
“No, but I’d love to hear it.”
“Good enough to eat,” he countered, “or at to least have a late-night snack.”
An all-natural throb started between her legs. If Mandi thought the fantasy of being with Reed was good, reality proved all that much better.
Grinding his hips into her pelvis, she felt his growing attraction. Beneath the audio stylings, she heard him moan as he leaned over and took a nibble from her neck.
* * * *
Reed wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. When his sister went missing from Sex U. a little more than a month ago, he decided to go undercover and take the investigation into his own hands. The school officials had given the authorities some lame excuse about how Willow had left a note and supposedly taken some exclusive job overseas, where she needed to remain incognito. Still, after all this time, given how close they were, Willow would never go this long without contacting Reed.
Once he started investigating, it appeared as if a fair amount of “dropouts” of the school actually were not heard from again. Coincidentally, they were all female students. Something was up, and he was there to find out what.
He really didn’t need a romantic liaison to interfere, but despite her rough exterior, Mandi possessed a soft sensibility that captured his interest and he could not ignore his attraction. The school was filled with beautiful, and willing, women. Looking around the dance floor, he could reach out and grab naked rounded asses on either side of him, yet… he’d much prefer the girl already in his arms.
“Mind getting out of here with me?” he asked. Damn responsibilities and all that he had to do. Right now, he could carve a little bit of pleasure out for himself.
“Would love to,” Amanda answered quickly.
* * * *
He took her hand, and they wove through the crowd. The night was a bit of a free-for-all, and all of the attendees – students and instructors – were allowed to do whatever they pleased. In most cases, that freedom translated into whoever they pleased.
Once outside, the air dipped down a few more degrees and Mandi shivered.
“Cold?” Reed asked, putting his arm around her.
“A little.”
“I’ll warm you up
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