“And you’re the guy who followed me to the dance floor.”
“Followed is a strong word. Followed implies intent. I drifted. The crowd moved, I moved. It’s basically physics.”
“Physics. Sure.”
“To be honest, I really had no say in the matter.” I can hear the grin in his voice, the same one that caught my eye earlier. He pulls me tighter against him and I can feel all of him pressed against me. Hard, full length. Not subtle at all.
“You drift like this into every guy on the floor?”
“Only the ones who smile at me like that from the bar and then walk away like I’m not supposed to do anything about it.” His mouth brushes my ear. “Which, by the way, was rude.”
“That was strategy.”
“I guess it worked since I’m here.” His hand slides from my hip to my stomach, resting flat just an inch lower than maybe it should be. “Now what?”
I turn around.
Up close, he’s even better. The dark hair is messy from the heat, the blue eyes bright even in the low light, and that smile is taking up his whole face.
“Hi,” he says. “What’s your name?”
“Zee.”
“Zee? Just Zee? Okay. No last name, no nothing. I respect that. In that case, I’m Tee.” His face hasn’t stopped doing that thing. “Tee and Zee. You hear that? The universe did that on purpose.”
“That’s alphabet phonics.”
“That’s fate, and you are not going to ruin it for me with logic.” He’s already closer, one hand still on my hip, the other tugging at the belt loop of my jeans. “You want to get out of here?”
“We don’t need to go that far.” I grab his hand and pull him toward the back hallway with the single stall bathrooms. Whoever designed this club knew what they were doing. Dark, a row of doors with small lights above them. I find a green one near the end, push it open, and pull him in.
When I turn around, he’s standing in the middle of the small room with his hands in his pockets, like he’s waiting to see what I do next.
“Did you bring me back here to have your way with me?” he asks as he takes a step forward, grin never leaving his face.
“And if I did?”
“Then I’d say you’re my favorite person in this building and I don’t even know your full name.” He takes another step towards me, cups my jaw and kisses me. Direct, unhesitating, his other hand sliding around my waist and pulling me flush against him. I push him back against the wall and he goes easy, his mouth curving against mine.
He kisses slow, thoroughly, one hand on my jaw tilting my head where he wants it, the other flat against the small of my back. I bite his bottom lip and he makes a sound, surprised and pleased, and pulls me harder against him. He’s taking his time with this, which is a luxury I don’t have tonight.
“We should keep it moving, Tee,” I say against his lips. “I have an early morning.”
“Oh what, Cinderfella’s got a pumpkin he needs to get to?”
“Something like that.”
“And yet,” he says, eyes lit up, “here you are, in the back of the club, about to get your dick sucked.”
Well, that escalated quickly. “Oh, is that what’s happening?”
He drops to his knees on the concrete, smooth about it, like he’s been thinking about this. His hands go to my belt and work it open without fumbling, and then my jeans, and I’m already hard by the time he gets his hand around my cock and holds me there. Just holds me, looking up.
“I know the assignment,” he says, stroking me slow once, watching my face. “It’s not my first rodeo.”
“Are we in school or are we bull-riding?”
He snorts and winks at me. “Maybe a little of both if I’m lucky.”
