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I’m spread-eagledacross a lumpy couch over in the quieter corner of the warehouse, reveling in the hazy euphoria clouding my troubled mind. Right now, I can’t even recall what it is I was worried about, just that I know I need this high to last so I don’t remember.
“There you are.” Zach flops down beside me. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
I slap his thigh. “Was right here the whole time.”
A familiar song thumps from the loudspeakers, and I jump up, bouncing on my feet and swaying my hips to the electric beat. I yank Zach up. “Let’s dance!”
Without warning, he flings me over his shoulders, and I giggle as he shoves his way through the crowd, slapping my ass every few seconds. He slides me slowly down his body, keeping me close while we start moving. I fling my arms into the air, screaming the lyrics to the song as Zach grips my hips, swiveling his pelvis against mine in time to the music. His hard-on digs into my lower stomach, awakening my libido.
Adam.
He’s the one coherent thought in my mind, and I shove at Zach’s shoulders, pushing him back. “I can’t dance with you like that anymore. I’m taken,” I say, wiping my arm across my sweat-soaked brow.
Ignoring me, he reels me into his arms. “Not for long,” he murmurs, burying his head in my neck. He licks a line along the column of my neck, and a moan slips out of my mouth unbidden.
Sultry green eyes appear in my mind’s eye, and I push Zach away again. “Stop.”
“Come on, Em.” He steps into me. “I know you’re horny as hell. Let’s fuck. Hard. Just the way you like it.”
I shake my head even though my body is down with that plan. “I love Adam.”
“He’s not here, babe.” He runs his hands down either side of my body, brushing my breasts on purpose. His caress is like a shot of liquid lust to my pussy, and I ache between my thighs. “And what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
I fight an inner battle. The horny party animal side of me wants to take all Zach’s offering, and it’s so fucking tempting, but there’s some sliver of sanity still residing in my brain.
I’m a lot of things.
But I’m not a cheater.
“No.” I take several steps back, bumping into someone, as my teeth clench involuntarily.
“Watch it!” Some asshole shoves me, thrusting me straight back into Zach’s arms.
“Look. It’s fate that you were meant to be in my arms and writhing underneath me tonight.” Zach shoots me a familiar cocky grin, and my resolve is wavering, my hands wandering up and down his chest of their own accord.
I pull my hands back, wriggling out of his hold. “I need to get out of here.” I push past people, stumbling on my high heels in my haste to get away, before I do something I’ll later regret.
“Em. Wait.” Zach grabs my elbow. “C’mon, babe. You know you want to.”
“Stop!” I yank my arm away, almost losing my balance. “I said no!”
“There’s no need to be such a bitch.” He crosses his arms, leveling a harsh glare at me. “And when your square of a boyfriend kicks you to the curb, don’t come looking for me.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” My lower lip juts out as I stomp toward the exit fuming. A cold chill tiptoes up my spine, and I slam to a halt as I suddenly remember I have no stash. I race after Zach’s retreating form, ready to eat crow. “Zach, wait.”
He spins around, a slow grin curving the corners of his mouth. “Knew you’d come to your senses.” He gropes my boob, and I slap his hand away.
“I need a couple of pills. I’m out.”
The smile slips off his mouth, and his eyes narrow. “You’ve some nerve.” A mischievous glint appears in his eye. “I’ll trade you. A fuck for a pill. Two fucks for two pills.” He waggles his brows, making a grab for my boob again. “I think you get the idea.”
“I’m not fucking you. I’m in a relationship, and I don’t cheat.”
“Then it’s no deal.” He shrugs.
“Zach, please.” I’m not above begging, because I can’t let this high fade. I can’t let reality come crashing back in, because I might not survive the night if it does.
