“You’re notmyenemy.”
“I am.” I poke his chest harder. I’m going to hurt my finger at this rate.
“Dance with me.”
“Under no circumstance.” His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me into him.
"That dress is sexy as fuck on you," he tells me. I narrow my eyes on him, trying to maintain my resolve.
"Don't be buttering me up. It’s not going to work. Just so you know ahead of time.” I say those words out loud, but there’s no gumption behind them.
"I don't need to. You're already dancing with me." How did I get onto the dance floor? "Show me more of the dress." He takes my hand and spins me. A small laugh bubbles free, and he pulls me back into him. "Only you could pull that dress off."
"I know." I don't know, but what else was I going to say? I can’t have him thinking he has me off-kilter. He totally does, but that’s our little secret.
"I love your confidence." He suddenly dips me, or it might not be sudden. It's hard for me to keep up right now.
All those drinks aren't helping what I feel toward this man. He leans down, his eyes dropping to my mouth. I should turn my head as I see his mouth descend. Instead, my eyes fall closed as his lips meet mine.
It's not a soft press of the lips; it's hard and possessive, his tongue thrusting into my mouth and dominating it. A whimper of need leaves me, and I start to kiss him back, whipping my tongue around his, my fingers digging into the front of his shirt.
A wave of heat rolls through my body; his hand that I'd forgotten was on the back of my neck as he dipped me tightens, his other now on my ass. Still, I can't find the will to push him away.
My body forbids it. He tastes too good, like a sweet Starburst, the pink ones, and it's making me dizzy. Or that might be the drinks. Who knows or cares? It's my birthday. I can enjoy this momentarily. It’s a little present I’m giving to myself.
I gasp when his mouth releases mine, my eyes fluttering open to see a touch of my lipstain stuck on his mouth. I marked him. Why is that ridiculously hot?
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do here!" Katherine shouts, holding her hands out in front of her. "Do I smack him or, I don't know?!" I glance around and notice a shit ton of people watching us as he brings me back fully to a standing position, his body pressed against mine, and I feel the hard outline of his cock pressed into my stomach.
“Bathroom!” I announce and start to wiggle free from Pierce's hold, but I am trapped in his giant manly paws. Ones I can’t seem to stop imagining touching me everywhere. A low, sexy grown leaves him. Pierce leans down, his mouth coming to my ear.
“You keep wiggling on me that way and I’m going to embarrass myself in front of everyone.” He kisses the shell of my ear. “It’ll be worth it, but the first time I come with you, I’d rather have you alone and naked.”
“Pierce,” I whisper his name. His words only heighten the ache between my thighs.
“Right here, spitfire.”
“Abort! Abort!” Katherine snaps me back to reality.
“Bathroom,” I repeat again.
“Run and I’ll chase, birthday girl. There’s nowhere you’ll be able to hide.” He releases his hold on me, and I stare at him. What voodoo magic does he have over me?
“Cover up those arms!” I snap, not knowing where that came from.
Katherine grabs my forearm and pulls me toward the hallway and down to the bathroom. When we enter, she closes the door and flips the lock.
“What was that?!”
“Are you drunk?”
“Am I drunk?!” Katherine bursts into laughter. “You’re the one kissing the lawyer.”
“Well, ah…” I lick my lips, still tasting him there. “I have come up with a new plan.”
“And what’s that?” She folds her arms over her chest, waiting for what I’m going to come up with on the fly.
“Seduction,” I announce. “I’m going to make him fall in love with me, and then”—I hit my fist into the palm of my hand—“bam! He’s obsessed with me and will do my bidding.” Biff's plan will blow up right in his face. Sucker.
