“Vodka Cranberry, please.”
He nodded wordlessly and walked away. I was lost in a sea of people, trying to find my way to the edge of the room to get my bearings. Being short didn’t always make situations like this easy.
I found the wall and walked along the waist-high dividerbefore I cut into a less busy area. I moved with the flow of bodies, not in a rush to go anywhere.
When a hand reached out and yanked me into a dark room, I tried to yell before another hand covered my mouth. My fight or flight kicked in as I was pushed against the wall and held there. I inhaled traces of his cologne mixed with a touch of leather and a scent that I realized could only be Damien’s just before his voice caressed my ear. “Shh. It’s alright, Cay. It’s just me.”
I calmed, my body relaxing against his.
Even though my eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness in the room, I knew it was him. I knew his body like I knew my own.
Which sounded ridiculous after one night together, but it was the truth.
“If I let go of your mouth, will you promise not to scream?” Humor laced his words. “At least not from fear.”
I nodded, and his hand moved from my mouth to my cheek to the back of my neck before he grazed his lips against mine.
“I’ve been looking forward to this since I let you leave our hotel room.” He teased me with his tongue, and I matched his kiss with the craving that burned between my legs.
He hummed appreciatively, tugging at my hair and opening me up to him even more.
“Normally, I’d shower before touching you,” he said as he moved his kisses down my neck. “But I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about you.” He ground his cock into my stomach. “Thinking about this.”
“I’m glad you didn’t wait.”
“And I’m glad you changed and wore a dress tonight.”
His body vanished from in front of me, but I felt him push the fabric of my dress up.
“Well, I wasn’t exactly sure what I’d be… Ah,” I yelled as he yanked my deep-purple lace thong down my legs. He pulled at myleg, helping me remove the small piece of material before pushing my stance wider.
I let out a hiss as the cool air from the darkened room hit my heated core. The first touch of his tongue against my clit had me bucking into him.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
I shoved my hands into his hair, not caring that I was messing up the product he’d painstakingly put in earlier. He flattened his tongue and licked before sucking my clit into his mouth. Grabbing my leg, he threw it over his shoulder, giving him access to all of me.
I arched into him with zero shame, as one finger, then two, touched my entrance.
“Yes,” I panted as he slowly slid them in.
I let my head fall back as I rode his fingers and his face, not caring at all that someone might hear us outside the door.
But I was missing something.
“Your cock. Now.” I demanded.
Damien looked up at me, his tongue still making me moan. He flicked my clit again and pushed a third finger in, causing my knees go weak.
But he pulled out of me, the fabric of my dress falling over my sensitive skin. “I’m here to please.” His smile was full of dark promises and pleasure.
“Good.” I pulled at his belt and unzipped his pants, uncovering his rock-hard cock.
This wholegoing commandothing was really starting to grow on me.
Rubbing my hands down the smooth skin of his shaft, I licked my lips, wanting to taste him. I’d only done so once so far, and I was eager to do it again.
I leaned forward before Damien stopped me. “Not this time, Cay.”
