A quiet whine leaves my throat as I claim his lips, tasting the remnants of his pleasure on his tongue. We kiss until I can find my words again, and I pull away and brush the stray strands from his cheeks and forehead.
“Are you still lonely?”
“Not when you’re here,” he says. “Everything is better when you’re here.”
I kiss him again as I finally separate us. Cum and slick soak his skin, and he watches me carefully as I slide his panties into place and pull his pants up. I turn him to face me, buttoning him and smoothing his clothes before doing the same for myself.
“Do you want to dance, princess?”
Surprise flickers over his face as he stares at me like he isn’t sure how to answer, and I can’t say I’m surprised. More of a wallflower than a dancer, I’m usually the last person to suggest it.
But he needs it, and right now, I need him.
I wrap my arms around his waist and press my fingers against his hole, feeling the dampness spreading over the fabric. I place another kiss to the corner of his mouth before moving down to the marks I left on his neck.
“We can stay if you want to,” I say. “If they can’t smell me all over you, they’ll see you’re claimed.”
He shifts his weight with a quiet hum. “Your cum is sliding down my thighs. I can’t promise I won’t get horny again.”
I grin and breathe a laugh. “Needy thing.”
“Never denied it,” he teases, but his bravado fades as he reaches for my hand.
I hate his uncertainty.
Our fingers weave together, and I tug him closer, pressing a kiss on his perfect lips.
“Come on,” I say as we walk out the door.
Music swells into a thumping crescendo, and a loud wolf whistle follows us toward the dance floor. Xeni grins at the ground as I lead him past the hecklers, and my heart melts at the sight.
I don’t know where this leaves us or where we’ll go from here, but as we find a spot in the middle of the crowd and Xeni moves that smile to me, none of that is important.
All that matters is him, and he’s right here with me. For once, I push my worries aside and just live in the moment.
Bash
I’mhalfdeadonmy feet as I shuffle into the conference room, legs heavy and head buzzing. Xeni and I stayed out dancing until the night bled into morning, under the flickering club lights and bass that thumped through our bones.
We didn’t talk.
Didn’t try to define what it was.
We just lost ourselves in the music and each other, the way we always used to before everything went to hell.
Xeni was beautiful out there. His cheeks flushed a deep rose and his hair was frizzy and wild, with strands sticking to his neck and temples.
He moved against me with that devastating knowledge he’s always had of my body. Every roll of his hips and brush of his fingers was deliberate, drawing reactions from me without even trying.
He pressed close until we were chest to chest, his breath hot against my ear and hands sliding down my sides. It was familiar and new all at once. A reminder that he knows exactly how to handle me, and he hasn’t forgotten a single spot that drives me crazy.
I can still feel the ghost of it. The drag of his palms over my ribs, the way his thigh slipped between mine, and the low, satisfied hum he made when I gasped against his mouth. The club smelled like sweat and spilled liquor and too many bodies, but all I could breathe in was him.
Amber and salt and perfect sweetness.
Now, in the harsh fluorescent light of the conference room, my body still hums with the afterimage of him. I drop into a chair, trying to look like I’m paying attention to whatever briefing is about to start, but my mind is still back there, tangled up in him.
It’s wrapped in his arms outside my room, kissing him goodnight for endless minutes, then chasing him for just one more when he finally walked away.
