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“I don’t remember belonging to anyone,” I rasp as he takes my hand and leads me to the corner of the club, bringing my arms around his inked neck.

“Didn’t like him touching you,” is all he says. His voice is honeyed with lust, deep and full of hunger.

“And let me guess? You always get what you want?” I tease.

He smiles, and my breath catches in my throat. His thumb brushes my jaw, and I swallow hard.

I’m so turned on right now.

An older The Weeknd song plays, amplifying the already electric sensual vibes between us. His hands rest on my lower back, touching the slither of skin between my skirt and flowy red top. He moves with me, following my body as I gyrate in rhythm to the song.

Fuck.

He can dance—small movements, slight rolling of his hips with just the right amount of pressure. It’s sexual, sensual, and filled with a tension I’ve been searching for.

Our bodies move in tandem like they know each other. His hand tightens on my hip while the other slowly slides up my back to hold onto my nape. The hold is possessive.

“What’s your name?” he rasps, lips touching the shell of my ear.

“Ora,” I reply, giving him my nickname.

I pull back to look up at his ruggedly handsome face. “Yours?”

“Levi,” he replies, his dark gaze scanning my face before he dips his head and softly kisses my lips. He looks at me as if making sure it’s okay before he deepens the kiss, pushing me back against the wall, his tongue tasting mine. One song morphs into the next, and I know how much he wants me, his hard cock straining against his dress pants.

“Come to my hotel room,” he says in a husky tone.

It’s just one night, and he’s leaving anyway, so what’s the harm?I think to myself. I want him badly, and I don’t want to deny myself.

I turn around to look for Lu, but she’s not alone—she’s talking to Xanthe, a close friend of hers. She sees me watching her and waggles her eyebrows.

Levi follows my line of sight. “Your friend?”

“Yeah. Give me a second,” I reply before walking over to Lu. We have a strict we-go-together-we-leave-together policy, so I want to make sure she’s okay to get home.

“I’ll get a ride with Xanthe,” she says as soon as I approach. “You go and have fun.”

“Yeah, let us live vicariously through you,” Xanthe adds, grinning at me with a little wave. She’s an Asian beauty with silky long hair and a figure women would kill for, the smallest waist curving into a perfectly round butt.

“How are you?” I ask Xanthe, not wanting to be rude.

“Not as good as you,” she replies, her brown eyes widening while looking me over as Levi approaches.

Lu narrows her eyes on him, going from wing woman to protective best friend.Yeah, she wants me to get laid, but she wants it to be done safely.“Show me your driver’s license.”

Levi smirks but pulls out his wallet and hands it over. Lu takes a photo of it and mutters something about it being a damn good picture. “Anything happens to her, I’m coming for you.”

“She’s safe with me,” he promises, taking his ID back from her. “Do you both need a lift home?”

Lu and Xanthe shake their heads. “The night is young. We can share an Uber.”

“I’ll make sure she gets home okay,” Levi assures them, taking my hand in his. My heart races as his lips curve into a smile filled with dirty promises.

“Message me when you get home,” I tell Lu, who tells me to do the same.

And then, I’m led out of the club and across the street to a five-star hotel. As soon as the elevator doors shut, he’s on me, lifting me, his mouth on mine. My legs wrap around him as I hold onto his big build for dear life. I know nothing about this sexy man, and it only makes this whole experience more exciting. I wonder if he can feel how wet I am through my thin lace panties.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growls out, kissing down my neck, cradling my jaw in his strong hand to keep me in the position he wants me. He smells so good, like mint and leather, and I can’t wait for what’s to come.

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