Her teeth bit down on her bottom lip, and before she turned around and started walking the opposite way, she winked at me.
Game on, baby.
I allowed her a head start before I popped off the wall I’d been leaning against and followed her through the club like she was a siren luring me—seducing me—to give into each one of my dirty desires.
She might be able to run in those heels, but she sure as hell couldn’t hide. Moments from now when I would catch up with her, I planned to show her exactly who owned her. Right here in this nightclub. Consequences be damned.
I could feelthe buzz from the tequila shots pumping through my veins and the bass from the music vibrating under my feet as I moved through the crowd. A thin sheen of sweat stuck to my body as I squeezed myself between couples grinding on the dance floor.
Andi and Peyton were busy flirting with a group of guys before I left them to find Spencer. The men claimed they were hockey players, which I assumed would be enough to distract them while I played a little game of hide and seek with my boyfriend.
I don’t know what had gotten into me—probably the alcohol. But when I saw Spencer leaning up against that wall with his sleeves rolled up, looking like sex on a stick, the buzz went straight from my head to the sweet spot between my legs.
The part of me that didn’t have a damn thing to worry about came out to play. And what girl didn’t love to be chased?
Peeking behind me, Spencer was hot on my heels, his long and sexy strides bringing him closer. Based on his sinister smirk,and the pep in his step, I had a feeling once he caught me, I’d be in trouble in the most panty melting way.
I continued to sift my way through the club—further and further from the noise—until I stumbled upon an area with the least amount of people possible. I wanted to hear the grit in his voice when he’d likely scold me for making him hard in the middle of a nightclub.
But honestly, all I could think about was him cornering me, running his rough hands over my body, and telling me how bad of a girl I’d been.
Instead of running through a busy club, drawing attention to myself, I briskly walked in a pair of three-inch heels. The bass from the DJ rang in my ears until I turned a corner.
With my back flat against the wall, the music from the club pulsed through my fingers. My chest filled with air, only to deflate as I took deep breaths, waiting to see if I’d be startled by an abrupt greeting from Spencer.
Getting eager, I peeked around the corner. Unfortunately, I wasn’t as subtle as I had hoped.
“Looks like you’ve reached a dead end, Bella.” The timber in his voice echoed through the hall.
Somehow, with the faint noise surrounding us, I could still feel every thump of his feet as he grew closer to me. With his musky scent only feet away, and his eyes hungry, my stomach bottomed out in anticipation.
Once he rounded the corner, there wasn’t anywhere left for me to run.
Let’s be real, being chased was only fun for so long. Eventually, you just needed to let go and allow yourself to be caught.
His dark eyes stared into my soul. What was supposed to be a ravenous, drunken moment, suddenly turned. It wasn’t just greed and lust behind his stare. He looked at me like he’d bedevastated if he lost me. Maybe I was reading too deeply into things. Maybe I was a little too hopeful he felt the same as I did. Or maybe, our minds were intertwined, and the feelings we shared for each other were on the exact same wavelength.
“Hi,” a breathy whisper escaped me.
“I’ve been dying to see you all night. I haven’t been able to think of anything other than how amazing I knew you’d look in that dress. You’re fucking breathtaking, Avery.”
My teeth sunk into my bottom lip.
He reached out for me, and the only thing his hand grazed was the air as I took one step back for every step he took closer.
“That is one hell of a dangerous color on you,” he added.
Continuing to make strides toward me, I backed up, becoming closer and closer to the corner of the hallway.
“I could say the same thing about you.” My eyes drifted over the head to toe black he wore, all the way from his designer watch to his dress shoes.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Avery.”
When my back hit the wall, his chest stood only an inch or two from mine. I had no choice but to tip my head back, look up at his steely eyes, coarse beard, and broad chest that begged for my fingers to dance across it.
“I guess I have been a bad girl, haven’t I?” My hands reached out for him, skimming along his core.
“You have.”
