Page 17 of Sanction

I'm feeling brave tonight, so I lean over and snag the cigarette from his hand. I bring it to my lips and inhale before he can get the words out of his mouth.

“What the…you can’t be smoking!”

I giggle as I exhale. “I’ve been sneaking smokes since I was ten.”

He lunges for it, but I stretch my arm back, keeping it away from him.

“Give me the damn thing.”

“You could ask nicely.” I smirk and lean father back.

At this point he is practically on top of me and I let my back fall flush against the table with my arms extended over my head.

He’s hovering over me, his face only centimeters from mine. The mood in the air seems to instantly change as we lock eyes with each other. My heart speeds up and I know it’s a really bad idea, but I’ve never been one to rely on planned out decisions. I’m typically an act now, think later kind of girl. I feel his breath drift across my cheek and the weight of his pelvis against me has heat accumulating in my lower stomach.

“Travis,” I whisper.

His hand slowly slides up my arm towards the cigarette. I need to kiss him. Those lips are so full and right in front of me. His tongue pokes out, swiping across his bottom lip. Before I change my mind, I lean forward, connecting my lips to his. I half way expected him to catapult me off this table, but he doesn’t. He kisses me back. My mouth opens and he follows. When his tongue breached my lips, tingles shot down to my toes. I’ve only been dreaming of this moment since I was old enough to understand these feelings I had developed for him.

I tenderly bite down on his bottom lip and he groans. I drop the barely lit cigarette and place my palms to his cheeks. A quiet moan filters out of my throat and he freezes. He abruptly pulls back and stands up from the table.

“Fuck!” He curses and turns his back to me.

“Travis, what’s wrong?” I ask as I slide off the table.

“Daniella. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” He rubs his hands down his face.

“It’s okay, I kissed you.”

“Yeah, and I didn’t fucking stop you,” he growls.

I flinch.

“Daniella, I've known you since you were seven years old.” He turns to me. “This is wrong. I was wrong. I’m sorry. Forget that ever happened.”

I stare at him with my mouth open. “Wrong? Are you serious right now?” I step towards him.

He backs up. “Dani, just go.”

“Trav...”

He tenses and his demeanor changes. “It’s Dom.”

“What?” My eyes widen.

“I’m your VP. You will call me Dom. And you need to get back to the clubhouse.”

Wow.

I snort. “Fuck you.”

His nostrils flare. “I will let that slide this time.”

I stare at him in disbelief. This isn’t the guy I know.

“I said get back to the clubhouse. Now, Daniella.”

Tears spring behind my lids and my hands tremble with anger. I turn around, and stomp back to the clubhouse.

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