Page 36 of Stanton Adore

He stills. “What?”

“Kiss me,” I repeat.

“That’s not a good idea,” he whispers.

“Why not?” I ask.

“Because if I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Then don’t,” I whisper again. Oh no, dog on heat act two happening here.

“If I kiss you, in about two minutes you will be flat on your back on the bar with those sexy little boots around my ears, while I fuck you so damn hard you won’t remember your name.” Mmm, that sounds good. I look to the bar as the visual picture rolls in my head. My breath catches and I slowly look back at him. He narrows his eyes at me.

“You like the sound of that?” He frowns. I slowly nod and smile as I bite my bottom lip, and my blood heats further. The next thing he is on me. I’m pushed up against the back wall as his tongue dives into my mouth. His grip on my hair is painful, as he moves my head to bite my neck. His magnificent strength takes me over and his hand runs down the length of my body and moves up my skirt, hitching my leg around his waist. I am losing all coherent thought and the word ho rolls around in my head as I imagine what we must look like. People talk about girls who do this in public. The backs of his fingers skim my G-string, and he breathes heavily into my ear. Once again, he takes my lips in a seductive slow pattern as he slowly slips his fingers under my G-string and rubs the backs of his fingers through my dripping-wet sex.

His eyes close. “Fuck,” he whispers. Oh yes, what this man does to me. He moves his hand and grabs my behind as he pulls me forward into his waiting hard cock. God, I want it. I want it now. We are suddenly bumped from the side. I look up to see Josh looking at someone over my shoulder. He looks down at me and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.

“Go home, naughty girl.” I frown and then he pushes me to the side as Todd comes in with a punch. What the hell? I feel like I am in a scene from Fight Club. Joshua and Todd are in a full-on fistfight in the middle of the dance floor. I am getting bustled around by the crowd when I feel a hand grab my arm and pull me free. I turn and see Adrian looking very concerned. “Natasha, come with me.” I nod and follow him off the dance floor just as I see Ben run onto it. He separates the fight, but the bouncers have a hold of the two of them and drag them off somewhere. Ben follows.

Holy shit, what the fuck just happened?