She didn’t bother changing and was still in the glittered scrap of a costume that left more skin than fabric, still glowing from the stage. She was slender but curvy, her pronounced hips and phat ass made me lick my lips. She had a handful of perky breasts that I bet were sensitive as hell when licked and sucked. Her skin was a soft, golden-brown richness that looked like it had been kissed into existence by sunlight itself, a hue that held depth and sweetness in the same breath. She perched on a barstool, crossed those sculpted legs, and tilted her head at me like she had all the time in the world.
“You closing soon?” she asked, voice low, teasing.
“In about fifteen,” I said. My throat was dry. “Why?”
“Because I don’t like waiting.”
Her gaze pinned me. She didn’t mean drinks. My pulse hammered.
By the time the last customer stumbled out, I’d locked the door and dimmed the house lights. The club was empty, but the air was thick, like the walls themselves were waiting.
She stood, walked behind thebar where no one but staff was supposed to go, and pressed me back against the counter. The smell of her arousal, perfume, and danger filled my lungs.
“You still think you can handle me?” she murmured, so close her lips brushed mine.
“I know I can,” I confessed, voice hoarse. “The real question is, do you want to be handled?”
Her hand slid down my breasts, my nipples taut and aching, over my waist, until her palm rested against the bulge straining between my thighs. She squeezed, slow and deliberate, eyes never leaving mine.
“Mm,” she purred, smirk curling. “Exactly what I thought.”
Then she kissed me.
Not sweet, not testing. This was deep, consuming, her tongue sliding against mine like she’d been starving for this too. I groaned into her mouth, grabbing her hips, pulling her close. She tasted like tequila, but she tastes better with me on her tongue.
Her thigh slipped between mine, pressing up against the ache I couldn’t hide. My hips jerked forward before I could stop them, grinding shamelessly against her.
“You’re trembling,” she whispered against my lips.
“I haven’t wanted anyone like this in years,” I admitted, breathless.
She smiled, wicked and sure. “Then let me remind you what yearning feels like.”
Her fingers traced higher, between my thighs, deliberate and slow, until I thought I’d shatter right there against the bar.
And for the first time in forever, I didn’t care who knew as we made out like teenagers in the darkclub, except the glow of a single red light above the stage. The smell of expensive liquor, sweat, and sex, and her body pressed against mine made it feel like the whole world had collapsed down to this moment.
Soleil was a fitting name for the radiant beauty with her tongue down my throat and hand stroking my dick. She was biting at my bottom lip, pulling a moan from my throat before I could stop it. My hands slid over her waist, the glitter of her costume scratching against my palms as I dragged her closer. She was warm, soft, and alive in my hands, making my chest ache in a way it hadn’t in years.
She broke the kiss long enough to whisper, “I want to taste you.”
My knees almost buckled. “Here? Now?”
Her smile was wicked. “Why wait?”
Before I could argue, her hands roamed down my body, over my breasts, squeezing until I gasped, down the dip of my waist, moving to cup the roundness of my ass with a firm, claiming grip.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, temptation in the flesh,” she groaned, kissing down my throat, teeth grazing my skin.
I grabbed her hair, holding her there as she licked and sucked at my collarbone, leaving heat trailing in her wake. My dick throbbed between us, straining, begging. She dropped to her knees, eyes burning up at me, and hooked her fingers in my waistband.
“Soleil—” I tried to warn her, to give her a chance to back out.
But she cut me off with a smirk. “I told you, I know what’s between your thighs. I want what’s between your thighs, so give me what’s between them.I can handle every inch.”
She pulled me free in one smooth motion, and the cool air hit my length before the heat of her mouth swallowed me whole.
“Fuck!” I moaned, clutching the bar so hard my knuckles ached.
