This was just a coincidence and nothing more. He tilted his head, a smile crossing his face.
Her pussy quivered as she willed the light to change and the second it did, she moved toward him.
“Come on, let’s go!” The boisterous laugh of the girl as she jumped right in front of Sophia pissed her the hell off. They bumped, the girl squealing as she almost tumbled to the ground. “Watch it!”
Her friends laughed, helping the obvious drunk to her feet. Sophia snarled, pushing everyone aside and taking long strides.
Only microseconds had passed but by that point, the mysterious man had disappeared. Panting, she picked up the pace, eyeing the closing glass door. He must have gone inside. She shot the bouncer a look as he carded her, slapping a twenty in his hand to allow her to pass quickly. The slender foyer opened up to a massive dance floor, lighting pulsing from every direction, fog rising from the floor itself.
Sophia scanned the perimeter, almost pushing her way through the crowd. There was no one that even remotely fit the man’s description. “Jesus,” she hissed under her breath. This was so out of character for her. Her boss had been pushing her to take a vacation. Maybe that’s exactly what she needed to do.
After another five minutes of searching, she chalked her ridiculous behavior up to the long hours, just like she’d thought before. At least she’d ventured into an incredible club, the music sending just the right amount of vibrations into her very core. Drinking in the atmosphere, she enjoyed the flirtatious activity a little more than she should as she tried to head toward the bar. Tonight was all about tequila instead of wine with no worries. She was within walking distance of her hotel.
When a hand grabbed her wrist, yanking her backward, she was certain the very rough grasp belonged to Pierre.
“Wanna dance, baby? I think we’ll make beautiful music together!” The grunting noises coming from the sparsely dressed and very sexy male should have been arousing. Not tonight.
“I don’t think so, but I appreciate the offer.”
“Come on. Just one dance.” His grin was infectious, his dance moves more than just provocative. They were overtly sexual, ready to claim her right here on the dance floor. He moved around her in a full circle, keeping beat with the music.
“How can I resist?” Sophia was shocked the man was a fairly good dancer, adding a few salsa moves as he swung her around the dance floor. Within a few seconds, she was more relaxed, actually enjoying herself for the first time since…
The disappointment she’d felt about herself moved straight into anger. She was tired of living out a fantasy. Leaning closer, she rubbed her hand down the sexy blond’s chest, giving him a seductive smile. “I need a drink.” The man wasn’t going to get lucky, but she could certainly enjoy herself while she was here.
“What the lady wants, the lady shall have. Come on.” He took her hand, leading her off the dance floor and toward the smaller bar nestled in the corner. Winking, he released his hold. “A little white wine for the lady?”
“Tequila. Straight.”
Sophia didn’t wait to see if he was surprised at her selection, turning away and scanning the crowd one last time.
The heat was oppressive, yet her nipples were fully erect, aching as if they’d been clamped. She could almost hear thecreaking sounds as the mechanism was opened and closed. She languished over the thought, taking several deep breaths, hungering more deeply than she had at night, restless hours when her mind worked overtime.
She held her arms and the knowing returned, electricity soaring through every vein and muscle. Inhaling, the richness of the very masculine cologne wafted all the way in front of her, the scent full of exotic spices and hints of the forest. The fragrance was also infused with a heavy dose of testosterone, enough she was already half intoxicated.
A single finger traced a line down the side of her neck, the rough pad tickling.
A spell was cast, surrounding her as every other noise but the beating of her heart was shut out. She concentrated on the hard thumping as the exploration continued, one finger turning into two, sliding down her shoulder toward her arm. She could feel the heat of his body pressing close, the warmth sizzling every inch of her skin. A slight moan slipped from her mouth as her pussy quivered again, trickling several beads of her cream into her already damp panties.
His breathing was ragged as he dragged his fingers back to her shoulder, inching toward her jaw. When he loomed over her, strands of hair slicing across her cheek, she closed her eyes. The mystery man pressed his groin against her ass, grinding back and forth in exaggerated and very slow motions.
Swallowing, she willed herself out of the trance, shaking her head. Before she had a chance to turn around, confronting the stranger, a hand wrapped around her neck, forcing her to turn. Everything in slow motion, she lifted her gaze, staring into the luminescent green eyes of her lover, a man she wanted to hate.
Push him away.
A man she knew had damning secrets.
Don’t fall into his web.
A man she knew could end her career.
Stop before it’s too late.
The little voice in her head had no chance of success, not when the man standing in front of her wore the most dominating expression, his savage desire bursting at the seams.
“Hello, my sweet Ashley.” His gravelly voice showered over her, tickling every nerve ending.
“Pierre.” She struggled to keep her shit together as he cupped her face, rubbing his thumb up and down. So sensual. So caring.
