I smirk. “Maybe I like how you teach.” His eyes lock on mine for a beat too long, like he’s wondering if I mean something more.
I let my short denim skirt ride up just enough to flash the edge of my lacy black panties. I don’t miss the way Lucas stiffens behind me. Literally.
“Cam, you are so fucking hot. Your ass is making me go crazy.”
My breath catches at his honesty. I rub my ass against him in reply—feeling the hard confirmation that he definitely wants me.
I turn to face him, grab his hands, and pull him toward the dance floor.
“Come dance with me.”
We’re distracted by Danielle letting out a drunk “Byeeeee!” from across the bar.
I almost forgot they were there, caught up in my bubble getting to know Lucas.
Danielle winks, flashing me the same cheeky finger gesture, then points toward the exit with two thumbs up.
I laugh. I give her a thumbs-up back, to let her know I’m good here and that she can go home with Tyler.
“I’ve ordered an Uber,” Tyler yells out to us.
We watch them stumble out of the bar hand in hand, leaving Lucas and I alone.
We make our way to the dance floor just as “Sin So Sweet”by Warren Zeiders hums through the speakers.
Lucas and I start dancing, slow and close.
My hands slide around his neck. Our hips press together. He looks down at me like he sees every secret I’ve ever tried to hide.
I can’t believe I’m feeling this way again. So soon.
But I am. I want this, with him.
His hand rests on my waist, guiding our rhythm. His other hand settles softly on my ass. We’re moving in sync, lips brushing but not quite touching.
I lean in, press a kiss to his neck, and feel him exhale. He kisses my collarbone, then trails slow kisses up my throat, stopping just before my mouth. He’s waiting. He’s giving me the choice. I’ve been thinking about kissing him since the second I met him.
“Tell me what you want Angel”
“Please,” I whisper. “Kiss me.”
And he does. He starts slow—soft, warm, and gentle—it quickly deepens. His lips move with mine like we’ve done this together a hundred times already. But I’ve never felt anything like this before. And I don’t want him to stop.
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No strings
Kissing her is heaven. I could kiss Camille for the rest of my life and die a happy man.
She pulls back and looks at me. Her eyes serious.
“Lucas, I need to lay down one rule,” her voice is steady, but her eyes give her away. There’s nervousness there. “I’m not ready for anything serious. I just got out of something… toxic. This? It needs to be no strings. Just fun. Okay?” She pauses, like she’s daring me to argue. “I need to feel good again. In my body. In my skin. I want you. Butthis,” she gestures between us, “has to be just sex. Okay?”
Normally, if any other woman said this to me, I’d be cheering. But with Camille? Something in me bristles.Just sex?She makes it sound so simple, like what we have isn’t already tangled up in something deeper. I’m no stranger to a one-night stand or casual sex—it’s notlike I even want anything more—but none of those other woman have made me feel the way she does.
Still, I’m a man with needs. And Ineedher rightnow.
So I nod. Because I’ll take her any way I can get her.
