Page 28 of Sins of the Father

Terrie smiles. “Okay, have a great night.”

I tug Harper even closer as we weave around people. When we turn the corner, I run into Derek Derow, the owner.

“Steven.” He embraces me. His tall frame slightly hovers over mine.

“Hey, D. This is Harper. She’s from New York and loves your club there.”

He kisses Harper’s cheek. “Nice to meet you. You in town for the weekend?”

“Yes, my brother’s wedding. We just ditched the rehearsal dinner.”

He chuckles. “Well, come on in, and I hope you love it as much as my New York Club.” He pulls a card out of his pocket and hands it to me. “This VIP room was on reserve, and the party canceled at the last minute. Have at it.”

“Thanks.”

He pats me on the back and leaves.

“Do you come here a lot?”

“My company has a lot of events here for staff parties and entertaining our clients.”

She smirks, and my dick suddenly feels suffocated in my pants. “And you said your job was boring. Doesn’t sound boring to me.”

“Events are a small part of my role.”

A popular hip-hop song comes on. Her eyes light up, and she grabs my hand and drags me to the dance floor.

It’s still early and isn’t bodies to bodies yet. “You don’t want a drink first?” I yell through the music.

She grabs two tubes from the tray the shot girl is carrying, and I pull out my wallet.

She scrunches her face. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t bring my purse.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I throw a twenty on the tray and take the shot.

I haven’t had enough alcohol to be out here.

We give the glasses back to the waitress.

“Whoa. Those are strong.”

Thank the Lord.

She throws her hands in the air and spins then tugs me close to her. Even though I’m always self-conscious and never dance unless I’m half tanked, which is rare, I don’t analyze things. All I can do is move with her and ogle every part of her carefree self.

We dance for hours, taking shots whenever the girl comes near us, and the floor becomes packed with bodies.

Any reservations I have about touching her melt into thin air. From the moment she swayed her hips against me, I was a goner. Her energy radiates into me, and I don’t know if the buzz I’m feeling is from the alcohol or her. It started when I first laid eyes on her and has only intensified throughout the night.

And my cock is as hard as a rock, but she keeps torturing it, rubbing her ass and stomach on it any chance she gets.

My rule about giving a woman her space until we’ve gotten to know each other, so I don’t disrespect her or make her feel uncomfortable, flies out the window. For the first time ever, I’m so in the moment, I don’t analyze my every move.

“I need water,” she yells.

I lead her off the dance floor and to the elevator, slide my card key, and then hit the button to the VIP level. It’s crowded, and I put my arm around her waist and hold her close to me.

Her fingers grip my thighs, and she tilts her head up. Her green eyes drill into mine, and I lean over her face, examining every stunning feature. Without thinking, I lightly brush my lips on her cheekbone. She digs her fingers deep into my muscles and shudders against my erection while closing her eyes and gasping.

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