The song comes to an end, and the next one is slower, sultrier, and without thinking, I run my hands down my chest and breasts while swaying my hips to match the pace. His gaze follows my movement, and even though I’m fully dressed, I feel exposed. Like I’m completely naked before this gorgeous man. A thrill rushes through me as I keep my eyes locked on him while I dance to the slow beat, my hands still roaming over my body.
Just the thought of them beinghishands on me sends a spasm straight to my pussy. There’s something about the way this man stands, broad shoulders, full of confidence, staring at me knowingly as I dance, that tells me he knowsexactlywhat to do with a woman in the bedroom.
Hooking up with a stranger wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. My mother would probably die of horror if she knew I was considering a one-night stand. The corners of my lips tick up at that. It’s horrible that I feel that way, but I’ve come to peace with the hatred I feel toward my mother. Now I’m just trying to forgive myself for letting her control me for so long.
Yeah, fucking a random guy on a Friday night in Vegas sounds absolutely wonderful.
Especially this gorgeous one.
CHAPTER 3
Kian
She moves with the rhythm,like her body wrote the beat. So completely in sync. It’s obvious she feels the music within her.
When she trailed her hands down her lush, curvy body and over her big, perky tits, I nearly came in my fucking underwear.
Jesus.
When did I become a desperate, horny teenager?
There are many beautiful women in Las Vegas. It’s the city of sin, sex, and secrets. Tourists come here from all over the world to flaunt themselves. Everywhere you turn, there are beautiful people. But this woman,Ace, she isn’t even in the same fucking category.
I can’t tell for sure that her eyes are green, but the way they’re glowing under the flashing lights makes me think that they are. Every so often, as the strobes pass over her, her hair looks like it’s a shade of dark purple with what looks like glittery tinsel in it, cut just above her shoulders in choppy waves.
The slow song fades, andNaughty Girl by Beyoncéstarts playing, instantly getting the crowd dancing wildly again.
She shakes her hips, her arms, and stomach, moving with the beat. My cock is embarrassingly hard. I can’t help but wonder if she’d like the kind of sex I like. Would she be my naughty girl, soI have to punish her? Or would she be my good girl and let me reward her over and over again with multiple orgasms?
If she keeps looking at me with those glazed-over eyes as she moves like that, I might do both.
The asshole behind her, who bumped her earlier, backs into her again, forcibly pushing her this time. A flash of something crosses her face, and then it’s gone as she quickly dances again like nothing happened.
Before I realize it, I’m moving, headed in her direction. Because if that asshole touches her again, this club is going to be cleared out due to a dead body on the floor.
Instead of stopping before her, I walk around, so I’m between her and the dickwad who thinks he knows how to dance.
“Are you a bodyguard?” she asks with a playful smirk, still swaying to the music.
I tilt my head to the side, then lean down so she can hear me. “Nah. Definitely not. I’m much more dangerous. Especially if that guy touches you again.”
When I straighten and meet her gaze, I take a step toward her, breathing in her sweet, soft scent. She moves back. When I advance again, she retreats until we’re several feet away from the fucker who still might die tonight.
Once we’re in our own space, I wink at her and smirk. “Keep dancing for me, Ace.”
She sucks in a breath but doesn’t argue as she goes right back to flowing with the beat like it was made for her.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve wanted to fuck a woman this badly.Years.
Everything about her sparkles. Literally. Not only does she have glitter everywhere, but her wrists are layered with bangles that catch the lights every time she waves her arms around. When she practically felt herself up, right in front of me, like some kind of sexy tease, I noticed all the rings on her fingers, butI made damn sure she didn’t have anything on her wedding one. I’m not sure if it would matter either way, at this point.
If I don’t fuck this woman, I’m going to regret it for the rest of my life.
All I need is one night. Nothing more.
I don’t have time for strings. Work takes up too much of my time and attention, especially now that my older brothers are married and not as present.
I can take one night off, though. It is my birthday after all. And I can’t think of anything I’d like better than to have my cock buried deep inside of her. Hopefully, she came to Vegas to have a good time. Then, when her vacation is over, she can go home to wherever the fuck she lives, and I’ll go back to my regularly scheduled life.
