I’ve had one too many champagnes, and I’m finding it hard to keep my distance as I close my eyes and lose myself against his hardness. It doesn’t matter how much you may want this man, he is not worth you losing everything for.
“I should go …” I say the words, but they come out with no real emphasis or meaning.
“Don’t,” he says as his lips move against my skin.
“Being here with youiscrossing a line,” I tell him.
“I know.” He sighs.
But he doesn’t move away. Instead, he slides his hand down my side. His thumb catches my nipple as he works his way down.
“Tell me to stop, Elle.” He moans in my ear.
I should tell him to stop, but I don’t.
I will, though.
I won’t let him go too far.
His hand moves further down my body until it reaches under the hem of my dress. His knuckle runs along the seam of my thong, and I bite my lip as a moan falls from my lips. He teases me with his knuckle, rubbing the seam against my clit, which makes my body feel like it’s been set on fire.
Then, just like that, his hand is gone.
What? Why?
The next thing I know, he’s ripping my panties from my skin, and I watch him bring my thong up to his nose and inhale deeply. My eyes are wide, and my mouth falls open—that’s fucking hot.
“I need something to wrap around my dick later. And seeing as it can’t be your cunt, I’ll take these instead.”
Okay.
Right.
Wow!
“See, didn’t cross the line,” he says with a smirk.
Oh, that one hundred percentiscrossing the line, but I’m not mad about it.
“I’ve never been so close to crossing that line before,” I tell him, honestly.
“Good to know.” He smirks as he sucks in another deep smell of my panties.
“You can request people at the club,” I tell him. “Not sure if you know that?”
“Is that so?” He quirks a brow at me.
I nod slowly.
“I’ll be seeing you soon then, Elle.” He grins.
I turn to walk out the door, but I stop and swing back to him. “I saw that you came back for Vixen.”
Mr. King stills, then looks up at me through dark lashes. “I needed to know if it was the club or you,” he explains.
What does that mean?My brows pull together in a frown.
“Good night, Elle. I’ll see you again …soon.”
And with that, I walk out the door confused and aroused as fuck.