Page 44 of Kisses Behind the Spotlight

“Q got an alert when you used the company card to book the car service, so he sent me over here to keep an eye on you,” he advised me.

“That’s why you came to the club dressed like you’re ready for work. You are working,” I grumbled. “You’re still here, so let’s dance.”

Xain lifted his hand and beckoned to the bartender. I spun around, not believing that the bartender who acted like he couldn’t see us for the last ten minutes suddenly wanted to take our order. We quickly ordered our drinks, and I got a fourth drink for Xain to loosen up. The two girls with me noticed Xain’s presence and gently nudged an elbow into my arm.

“Malony and Gigi, this is Xain. He’s my bodyguard,” I introduced them.

“Bodyguard?” They yelled over the music as Xain gave them a quick head nod.

“Long story,” I waved them off as the bartender came back with the first two drinks. “Y’all can take the car service back to the hotel. I’ll be riding back with him.”

“Okay.” They nodded, accepting their drinks.

I sipped from my glass and shoved the second glass of brown liquor in Xain’s direction.

“Ion drink when I’m on duty,” he declined.

“Xain, I’m nobody. Q really could’ve let you relax tonight. I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

“Mmmm Hmmmm,” he nodded his head.

“If you’re going to stay, you have to drink and dance with me.” I shoved the glass into his hand.

He nodded, guzzling the drink down. Even that simple action was sexy. I took my simple lemon drop and threw it back. The bartender returned with my card, and I closed out my tab. Taking Xain’s hand in mine, I pulled him a little further away from the bar, giving a little space for us to dance and blend in with the crowd.

It felt like the Afrobeats pulled everybody into motion, whether you were familiar with the music or not. We were face to face and moving without thinking about it. Xain’s hand settled on my waist again, and I said fuck it. I was about to go all in. We swayed and stepped to the rhythm. I don’t know what the next few minutes were like from Xain’s point of view, but the rest of the club disappeared, and he had all of my attention. All of my inhibitions went out the window when the song changed, and I turned around, allowing my ass to press up against him. I felt his dick pressing up against my ass, and his hand went from my waist, lowering to the hem of my dress. My mind told me to go harder, and I whined my hips to the beat. Xain’s chin found its way to the crook of my neck as he whispered in my ear.

“You keep dancing like that, and I’mma fuck you, Khaleesi. That’s what you wanted ever since you saw my dick print earlier,” he spoke into my ear. Cocky and confident.

I spun around, wrapping my arms around Xain’s neck so we were as close as we could possibly get. His big hands found their way to my ass, and he cupped both cheeks. In my heels, our height difference wasn’t as drastic, allowing Xain to nibble on my earlobe.

“Put your hand up my dress. I want you to see how correct your assertion is,” I encouraged.

My feet left the ground, and I was hoisted into Xain’s arms moments later. I thought we were going to do some freakier dancing, but that wasn’t the case. Xain’s feet were leading us to the exit. The sea of people parted, making our trek easy.

Outside, beneath the red lighting the club emitted, I examined every inch of Xain’s face up close. The man was a work of art that I had to grow to appreciate. Our constant beef blinded me to everything that was right in front of me. His scars were healing nicely, and he was still handsome with the battle wounds. The eye covering was gone, and the stitches on his eyelid were removed.

The cold night air raised goosebumps on my skin. Xain’s warm body kept my front half warm while his hands kept my ass toasty. I squeezed Xain tighter, burying my face into the crook of his neck, hoping to siphon more of his warmth. The smell of citrus and smoky wood blended into an aphrodisiac. I’d loved that smell since the first day in the hotel. I could finally admit that to myself. Inhaling deeply, I wasn’t ashamed to take in the scent.

Mid-step, I leaned down and mashed my lips against Xain. He deepened the kiss, and it was better than I imagined. His long, thick tongue took the lead, and I happily submitted. Our tongues danced for a few moments before Xain broke the kiss. I felt his hard dick poking into me and emitted an audible groan.

“We’re almost to the truck.”

“Okay,” I giggled, seeing the pink gloss saturating Xain’s lips.

We continued the short walk to the truck, and Xain opened the rear driver’s door. Climbing inside with me. He locked the doors while I climbed into his lap and fumbled with the band of his joggers in the cramped space. Xain’s hard dick was out within a few seconds, and his hand was cupping my chin, pulling me in for a kiss.

“Nah, you told me to put my hand under your dress so I could see how right I am,” Xain stated, swatting my hand away from his hard dick.

Just feeling the long, thick, veiny dick he kept hidden in his pants wasn’t enough. “Come on, Xain. I can’t take all of this teasing.”

Xain laughed. A full, hearty laugh as he stared up at me. With his eyes locked on mine in the dimly lit truck, his hand slid up my dress until he was pulling my panties to the side. His pointer and middle finger slid across my sensitive mound, and I bit into my bottom lip, emitting a low hiss. I took a deep breath, trying to control myself.

“Yo pussy been this wet all day for me?”

“Yes,” I admitted, pulling my sleeve down, allowing my C-cup breast to bounce free.

Xain leaned in, pulling my right breast into his palm, and sucked it into his mouth. His left hand tweaked my other nipple, and I grinded into Xain’s lap, my pussy aching to have him inside of me. I was moaning, feeling his hard dick pressing into me, and his tongue on my breast. Xain’s free hand went to my swollen clit, his thumb gently working magic, making me wetter.