Page 86 of Between Now & Heartbreak

She whispers something to her dance partner and steps away from him. I crook my finger at her.

She shakes her head no.

My eyes narrow in surprise. Hers widen, but I can see the thrill dance across her face. She turns and heads away from me. When she reaches the edge of the dance floor, I start after her.

I keep her in sight as she weaves her way through the crowded dining area and follow her down a hallway that’s lit by a lone low wattage lightbulb.

She stops at the end of the hall. She presses her back against the wall, and her chest heaves like she’s run to get there.

She watches me, her lips parted, her eyes wide and unblinking as I close the distance between us. She slides her hands up my arms, splays her fingers over my shoulders and spears them into my hair where she links them. Her heels allow her to reach my ear and she leans forward, and presses her lips to it.

“You’re here.” Her breath tickles my neck. I slip my arms around her waist, her back is completely bare. I pull her into me, and can’t bite back the soft groan when her soft body finally touches mine.

“Of course I am. Where else would I be, Queen Beth? You’re my cheesecake.”

She laughs, a husky, happy, sexy sound that get my dick hard right away.

“What does that mean?”

I press into her so she can feel my erection. “Well,thatfor one thing.”

“I’ve missed that,” she breathes out hot air that ruffles the hair at my ears. I press my nose into her neck and then kiss the soft column of her throat.

She feels incredible, but she’s been really fucking naughty.

“Is that why you let another man touch you while I watched?”

“Are you mad?” She asks in my ear, her voice hopeful.

“Do you want me to be? Want to see what I’d do?”

“You’re on a date.” She says, but there’s no contrition in her voice. She sounds glad.

“She’s probably gone by now. And it wasn’t a date.”

“Oh.” She looks disappointed.

“Thought you were giving me a taste of my own medicine?” I ask.

She nods and giggles.

I slide my hand up the side of her blouse and cup her breast. Her giggle is cut off by a gasp.

“Did him touching you…did it make you feel good?”

“No.” It’s a short released breath and it goes straight to my dick.

“Is this for him?” I ask, and pinch the rigid peak of her already hard nipple. She arches into my touch, and her head falls back and hits the wall.

“It’s for you, Carter.”

“Fuck you for making me ask that question,” I growl in her ear.

“Fuck you for not calling me once this week,” she returns.

I slap her ass, hard, and she moans and curls into me. Her hands slip out of my hair and cup my neck. Her touch is everything – soothing, agitating, erotic, too much, not enough – and I can’t believe I’m finally holding her like this.

I lean down and rest my cheek on the top of her head and breathe in this enchantress who has thoroughly ruined me for anyone and everything.

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