Page 147 of Deadly Sweet

Leroy laughs, his face lighting up, and I love that I’m able to make him this happy.

I give him a smile that matches his, letting him know I’m enjoying myself just as much as he is.

We dance and laugh. I feel so damn carefree in this moment, like I’m in the movieFootloose!

And as if the universe is reading my mind, the songFootloosecomes on.

Tossing my head back, I laugh.

“Come on, little lady,” he says in that sexy southern drawl that has my knees weak. “Let’s see that sexy little ass dance.”

The whole room breaks into a line dance and I’m not any better with this kind of dancing than I was with the two-step.

But I still give no fucks. Not a single one, as I enjoy myself.

Once the song is done, everyone cheers. I throw myself at Leroy, and he catches me with a chuckle.

“Are you enjoying your night?” he asks me, brushing a sweaty piece of hair behind my ear.

“It’s amazing,” I sigh happily. “So much fun.”

He grins. “How are you enjoying those drinks?”

I hum. “So good. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy.”

“You want another?” he asks me, pulling me closer and adjusting our bodies so we’re not in anyone's way.

“No.” I shake my head, the tightness in my core letting me know what I really want. And it’s not more drinks.

His eyes darken, his nostrils flaring as my perfume fills the space around us. “Shit,” he hisses.

I whimper when he takes a step back, hating the loss of his touch. “Shh.” He leans in and brushes a kiss to my lips. “I’ve got you, Little Monster,” he murmurs.

Taking my hand, he leads me through the crowd and down the hall.

For a moment, I think we’re going to the bathroom, but we pass the line of people and keep going.

“Where are we going?” I ask, looking behind me at the fleeting people.

“Somewhere we can get more privacy.”

As soon as we’re around the corner, I’m pushed up against a wall and warm soft lips that taste so fucking good devour mine.

I moan, my tongue pushing past his lips as I demand entrance. He gives it to me with a little sexy growl, letting my tongue in to dance with his.

His hands on my hips tighten as he rolls his hips against mine, pushing my ass against the wall.

Our kiss is hot and demanding, all teeth and tongues. I want him so fucking badly it hurts.

“Leroy,” I whimper when his lips part from mine to trail down my jaw to my neck.

“Yes, my Little Monster?” he asks, voice thick with hunger.

“I need you,” I whine, rocking my hips as more slick leaves me.

“You have me,” he promises.

My eyes flutter shut as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth and bites. Gasping, I grip his shirt as a burst of pleasure shoots down my spine and right to my aching clit.

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