He smiled widely. Leaning into my ear, he growled, “By all means, Isla. I don’t mind one bit.”
“You have no shame, Julius Knightly.”
He grabbed my hand. “It’s going to take a lot more booze to get me to dance. Now you…” He twirled me around in a circle, showing me one of the only dance moves he knew. “Can dance for me all night long.” His arms wrapped around my waist.
I deliberately worked my hips against him. “Then all you have to do is stand there and look like the badass you are.”
He chuckled. “Tell that to my dick. It likes you a lot right now.”
My mouth dropped open with a surprised smile creeping on my face. “Look at you. Is that booze talking or are you just happy to see me?” I mocked, knowing damn well it wasn’t the booze. “I didn’t know I needed his permission. I thought he always liked me.”
He chuckled again. “Oh, sweetheart, he’s liked yousince day one.”
“I see…” I continued to tease him. “So how do I get him to love me?”
He pressed his forehead against mine. “You earn it.”
I got close to his mouth, speaking with conviction, “And how do I do that?”
JULIUS
The crazy part about Isla was that she truly had no idea how much she commanded a room. All eyes were on her, including mine. There was this energy radiating from her. This confidence and sex appeal weren’t something you learned. You were born with it. She didn’t have to try. It was just there.
It came so naturally to her. Luring you in with a look…
A smile.
A slight movement in her body.
She was captivating and exuded sexuality. A magnetic pull that forced you in without even realizing it. At that moment, as much as I tried to ignore the thoughts hovering, I couldn’t.
I watched how she danced.
How her ass shook.
How her hands worked their way up her body.
Until my mouth brushed her ear. “How about you start by asking me to get on my knees?”
“I like this version of you,” she confidently purred, eyes steady on me.
“And what version is that?”
“Free.” Staring deep into my eyes, she asked out of nowhere, “What future do you see?”
“You mean other than you and me?”
She smirked through a glossy gaze.
“Is this you or the champagne asking?”
“Both.”
“We’re back to this game again?”
“I don’t like that you can’t see a future for yourself, Julius. Especially when you deserve the best and brightest one.”
Her serious question didn’t stop me from taking in the glow of her smooth, creamy skin, or the way her hair kept falling around her face, along the rosy flush of her cheeks from the alcohol.
