Page 36 of Grand Love

Megan grabs her around the neck and spins her onto the dance floor and I slip off before she can stop me. I laugh at them as I walk backwards and towards the bar.

Just as I turn, I bump into a solid chest, completely losing my balance. Big hands catch my waist taking my weight and pulling me into him as I sway. My face catches his white shirt and I cringe as my foundation marks it. “I’m so sorry.” I apologise, lifting my face from the shirt to his face.

Okay. He’s hot.

“Hi.” He smiles a swoon-worthy smile, sliding his hands slowly from my body and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “You good, baby girl?”

“Yeah. Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going, and…” I wipe over the mark on his right pec and it flexes under my fingers.

“I’m Pax.”

“Pax?” I question, taking his outstretched hand.

“Yeh, Paxo. My mum’s a dickhead.”

My eyes bug out and then I laugh, unable to help it. “Oh no, I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at your name, I just…” Oh god, Nina. “I’m Nina.” I mentally slap myself for being so rude.

His eyes roam my body and then he smiles down at me. “You want to dance?”

“No, sorry. I was on my way to the bar.”

“Let me buy it.”

I roll my lips. Should I let him buy me a drink? “Okay,” I answer quickly, not thinking too much on it.

“I’ve not seen you here before—”

“Do I come here often? Really?” I smile, feeling my dimples pop on my cheeks.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying. I knew you’d be hard work.” His lip twitches as he leans on the bar, biting his lip as he watches me. He is too much. The type of man to suck you in with his charm and then spit you out Sunday morning. He’s too beautiful to be single and not be a player. But I’d be lying if I said his charm wasn’t working.

“Sorry.” I chuckle.

He steps closer to me. “I like that laugh,” he rasps out.

I swallow, watching as his eyes flick between my own and then drop to my lips.

“How about that dance?” I ask.

“Yeah?” He grins.

I nod, taking his outstretched hand as he leads me to the dance floor. It’s busy, and bodies push us together as we find a free spot. Instantly his hands find me, roaming my body expertly. As if he knows me.

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good.

To be touched—held.

“Your body is phenomenal,” he rasps into my ear.

I close my eyes, putting my back to his front. I roll my hips into him. My body thrums with arousal, a taste of something I’ve not truly felt in so long, begging to be let out and explored.

His hands smooth up my ribs, his palms large and strong. He’s always been so strong. Always known how to touch me in the right places. Always known how to get me right where he wants me, right on the edge of insanity. Our lips brush and the taste of something sweet has my eyes snapping open.

What the fuck am I doing?

I pull back, searching the room until I spot the door I’m looking for. “I’m so sorry.”

Pushing off from his chest, I stalk towards the office, thankful to find it’s unlocked when I get there. Stepping inside, I drop back against the door, pinching my eyes closed and taking a moment to find my peace.

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