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The hem hits her mid-thigh.When she spins, I can see that there’s no back to the dress at all.
“No bra?”I say.
She shrugs.“Nope.”
Fuck.I don’t want to take her out—I want to stay in and lift her dress, lick her pussy until she shakes from exhausted pleasure.
“Are the shoes comfortable?”
They’re little heels, but the woman in the shop assured me they should be comfortable for dancing.
“They’re great.Should we go?Where’s Kingston?”
“He’s meeting us there.”
I grab her hand and drag her to the elevator, reminding myself to be patient.There will be plenty of time to pleasure her later.Waiting will build up suspense and make it even better.
But fuck if I can’t think of anything else except reaching beneath her skirt, pushing her panties aside, and fingering her to orgasm right here in this elevator.
We get to Vice and go in.I ask Ella if she wants a drink and she shakes her head.“I just want to dance.”
“Sure, baby.”
We go to the dance floor and begin to move.Her hips sway and I hold them in my hands, tugging her close.When I spin her around so her back is to my front, she leans against me, pressing her ass over my dick.
“Fuck, princess, you’re a little temptress.”
Laughing, she arches her back and clings to my shoulders, locking her hands behind my neck.I slide my hands down her sides, tantalizingly close to her tits before stopping at the hem of her dress and teasing along the tops of her thighs.I could lift up her dress so easily and find paradise.But with just the two of us here, someone would definitely take notice.Where the fuck is King?
After a minute, Ella turns around and points to the bar.I take her hand and lead her over there, through the crush of other dancers.
“What’s up?”I ask when we’re far enough from the speakers to not have to shout at each other.“Change your mind on a drink?”
“Nope.Just, either your cock now vibrates, or someone was trying to call you.I didn’t know if you’d want to check that it’s Kingston.”
I laugh.“A vibrating dick would be a useful new skill.Probably a call, though.”I pull my phone from my pocket.The missed call came from my cousin.A second later, a text pops up.I stare at the text, unmoving.
My dad had a stroke.Can you come to the hospital?
Poor Lin.My uncle is one of the strongest, most vivacious people I know.
Ella touches my hand.“Hey, what happened?”
“My uncle had a stroke,” I say.“He’s at the hospital.”
“Oh no,” she breathes, squeezing my fingers.“What do you want to do?”
I need to see my uncle and support Lin, but I don’t want to leave Ella here.“I’m not sure.I should probably go to the hospital.”
“It’s okay,” she says, nodding.“Go to your family.Kingston should be here soon, right?”
I check my phone and text King.His response is immediate—he’s a block away.Nodding at Ella, I text Lin.On my way.
“Love you, princess,” I say, kissing Ella’s cheek.“King will be here in less than five minutes.”
“I suppose I can stay out of trouble until then,” she says with a wink.
I kiss her lips.“You better.”
