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im know I'll leave within the hour and as expected, he is not happy to hear that. I'm half listening to him whine about how we literally just got here when I see two women walking to the dance floor from the bar. Actually, the first woman, a tiny, tiny thing dressed in an even tinier dress is dragging the second one who is much taller than she is. Their height difference is amusing so I look up to catch sight of the taller girl, and my hear

ght back to earth by D

es travel down long, tan legs to pink strappy heels and I swear all the blood rushes from my brain down to my dick. The beat picks up now and she is l

dim club. All I can see is wide eyes trained on me for a br

to drop my cup, I drain my whiskey without taking my eyes off her. She's standing still now too, and a part of me is hopeful that she's feeling whatever the fuck is going on here. I mindlessly give Dayo my cup, and I'm about to damn the consequences and go to her when a red curtain drops across my vision briefly and I'm brought to a screeching halt. All of a sudden, my throat feels tight and the familiar feeling of my skin itching overwhelms m

'm leaving. No, I'm not trying to get a glimpse of my vixen. Liar. Ok, maybe I a

before it drives me crazier than I already am. Scanning the club, I can't find D anywhere, so I head over to the bar,

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ro, I was looking for you.

she's perfect. Green eyes stare up at m

so I try to focus again, but it's like catching waves with a bas

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uper soft and low, I feel like listening to

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hmere sweater and black jeans, with a black shirt collar poking out, this man is the epitome of perfection. Trailing my eyes up to his face, I am totally entranced, and he seems to be in the same state, eyes roaming over me like he wants to see all of me at once. I know I'm staring agape, but I can't help it, damn it. Close c

just stunning. Your scar is also unique. I love scars, by the way. Again, I'm Sera and it's nice to meet you." Fidgeting a bit now u

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nstead. Now, we are in the taxi, and it feels like my own personal brand of torture. In the club, the noisy crowd made it difficult to fully appreciate the beauty called Sera. Sitting beside her in the taxi though, all I can smell is her, a delightful mix of coconuts and something s

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night go as it will. Saying No to everything fun or even remotely resembling indulgence over the past five years has been draining; Kaden is everything I have ever wanted, and if he is willing, I am not saying no to him tonight. In the elevator, he tu

med with the longest lashes I've seen on a man, and step closer to him. Even with heels on, I still have to tilt my head to look up at him. He is so still I'm not sure he is even breathing at this point. That weird feeling of being the only two people

on by a thread here

that the time for talking is over. Tiptoeing again, I touch my lips to Kad

is a man, and he kisses like one. The kiss starts out wild and gets even hotter from there. By the time the elevator dings open, his hands are in my hair, my legs are wrapped around him, and I'm pretty sure I've

an I just met looks a little unhinged and a deep, never before seen part of me unfurls with pleasure at being the one to bring this man to this state so quickly. Stooping a bit to rest his forehead against mine, h

feeling a little crazy too, Kaden. It's been a very