Page 12 of Only for Tonight

“And? They already know about you, and I’m going to show you off.”

“They know about me?”

“Yes. I told you you’ve been on my mind.”

“Why?” The question leaves my lips before I can stop it. “I’m nothing to write home about.”

“First of all, stop that shit right now. Second of all, you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed about. Third of all, I’ve already told my mom about us.”

“You what?”

He chuckles. “That was a joke. But the rest of the stuff was true.”

“You don’t even know me.”

He pulls over in front of Inferno without a word, steadying the bike so I can step off. He gets off beside me and takes my helmet off, hanging it on the handlebars with his. Toby cups my cheeks. “I know all I need to know, Baby.”

With that cryptic comment, he’s grabbing my hand and pulling me inside. We get several curious looks, head nods, and waves. I get more and more nervous by the second. Toby walks up a set of steps with VIP written on the banner above several rooms. He goes into the middle room and pulls me beside him on the couch with my hand still in his. I take a second to soak in the club. A live band is playing the music, the atmosphere is calming in a way, the dance floor is packed, and people are lining the bar. “This place is awesome.”

“Thank you. I ordered us some food.”

“You have food here?”

“No. I sent someone to go pick us something up. I hope you like Italian.”

“I love Italian.” I feel so awkward with his whole focus on me. I want to fidget but refrain because he’s holding my hand. What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve been on dates before, and I never get this nervous.

Toby slides his hand onto my chin and turns my face to his. “I want you to have fun tonight, but I know you have a lot of questions.”

“Are they coming?” I blurt out and tuck my lips to stop word vomiting anymore.

“Do you want them to come?”

“I’m okay with just being here with you.”

“If you want me to call them, I will.”

“Are you guys like dating or something?”

Toby raises a brow. “Dating? No. Do we fuck occasionally? Yes.”

“Why are you here with me?”

“What’s going on?”

“You could have anyone you want, but you’re here with me. I guess it doesn’t make sense.”

Toby turns in the seat and pulls his knee up to look at me. “Listen to me. There’s no one else I’d rather be here with. You’ve consumed my fucking mind, Baby. I’m not going to let you sit there and doubt yourself. Do you understand?”

“But it was just sex,” I whisper.

“It was,” he admits, and my heart sinks. “At first. But I want more. I need more of you, Oli. I’m fucking obsessed.”

“Wow,” I breathe, at a total loss for words.

Toby leans in, and I slam my lips against his before he has a chance to kiss me. He lets me control it for a few seconds before I feel his hand on my throat. He squeezes in warning, and I let him chase my tongue back in my mouth. I give myself over to him, and he pulls on my hip, making me straddle his waist. I don’t care that we’re in a packed club where anyone can walk by and see us. I want everyone to know that he picked me. I hear something behind me and try to pull back, but Toby places his hand on the back of my head so I can’t move, kissing me harder. Our hips are moving, making our cocks rub together.

“Fuck,” Toby groans, pulling away first. “I could get lost in those lips.”

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