One of my songs,Suavementeby Elvis Crespo comes on and I don’t care how old it is, it always makes me dance. After downing the rest of my jalapeno margarita, I push my way through the throng of people, turning down dance requests as I pass. I don’t have an issue dancing with other men, it’s just that tonight isn’t the best night for it.
I grab Ainslee on a spin and she giggles when I spin her in the other direction. I’ve only danced with her tonight but I’ve watched several guys fall in love with Ainslee and get swerved when she’s no longer dancing. Some guy comes up behind me and Ainslee gives him a death glare like a mini bodyguard. It’s both amusing and scary.
I’m laughing by the time the song ends. It’s time for a refill. One of Ainslee’s guys passes me a fresh margarita and I slide back in my chair and look at my phone.
Jagger: What are you doing?
Jagger: Are you trying to get spanked?
Me: I was dancing with Ainslee.
Jagger: Hmm! The bad influence.
Me: Is she?
Jagger: Maybe. If I catch you out there acting like you don’t have a husband, I’ll spank you until you pussy drips. Then I’ll fuck you slow and hard until you and your pussy cry and beg me to make you cum.
My nipples tighten and I shift in my seat. That man is insatiable but his way of describing things has me right there with him.
Me: Aren’t you supposed to be hanging out with your best friend?
Jagger: Now that you’re responding, I’m talking to both.
Me: ??????
I’m grinning like an idiot when Ainslee shimmies up to the table. “What are you doing? We didn’t come out to be on the phone!”
“I’m just responding to my texts. Where’s your phone?”
Ainslee waves me off. “It doesn’t go with this outfit.” She takes a gulp of her drink but another song she loves starts to play. With a spin, she’s off again. I laugh and catch up with my sisters.
A few minutes later, I feel Jagger kiss me on my shoulder. I know it’s him because of how my body reacts. He smiles down at me when I look up.
“Hi,” I say because I’m so lost in the look in his eyes, my vocabulary suffers.
He bites his bottom lip the way he does when he’s about to kiss me. “Hey, Sweet Baby. Did you miss me?”
There’s no need to respond because his lips are already on mine. His mouth continues what he started via text.
When we break the kiss Oran asks where Ainslee went. I see the moment his gray eyes spot his damn near naked wife. Everything except her panties is sheer and men have been drooling all night.
His possessive look on his face is damn sexy when his chiseled jaw sets with annoyance. I stand to go over to intercept Ainslee but Jagger pulls me until my back hits his chest. Jagger sits on my stool and pulls me between his legs. Oran charges like the sexiest bull ever and pulls his wife off the floor.
Ainslee kisses Oran like it’s go time and Jagger instigates like he always does but his eyes fall to her visibly erect nipples. At that moment, I decide to do my own brand of instigating. I take Jagger’s hand and put it on Ainslee’s nipple. They have a hot moment as he teases her nipple but he drops his free hand under my chin and pulls me into another lust induced kiss when Ainslee moans.
I zone out on everything but my husband and all the ways he makes me crave him. My affliction is bone deep and there is no cure. He was serious about consuming me and it feels like he’s succeeded.
Ainslee teases Jagger by touching his thigh and skimming her hand over his dick but pulls me on the dance floor instead. It’s short-lived because Oran has reached the end of his patience. He’s such a huge man and Ainslee is so tiny. I wonder for a moment what it’s like to be carried off like a crazy toddler.
They disappeared for a bit after Oran snatched Ainslee off the dance floor. They were fucking, it’s obvious when they return due to their slightly disheveled appearances and Ainslee looking more sober than before. The still firm set of his strong jaw as they power walk towards the door means their tiff is unresolved. It’s sexy when he’s annoyed, which is a lot but that’s none of my business.
“After you, wife,” Jagger insists as we follow the dueling duo out of the club.
We’re walking back to the villa and Jagger is holding my hand but isn’t as engaged as usual. His thumb rubs my hand but his lips are slightly poked out and his brows are furrowed like he’s in deep thought.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him. It’s weird seeing him this contemplative when everything has been going so well.
“Nothing.” He flashes me a half smile but I can see the wheels turning.
