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the phone from him and a shiver crawls up my spine when I notice the set of fresh bruises on his knuckles. With the lighting in the club, I hadn't noticed those earlier. Who is this guy?
    He steps closer to me, overwhelming me with the aura of his presence. His white t-shirt outlines his muscles perfectly in the street lights. I can make out the lines of his six pack through the fabric. I twist my legs together as I involuntarily picture myself getting on my knees and licking the lines of his abs. I silently curse my hormones.
    “Do you want me to leave?” He takes another step toward me and places one arm against the roof of my car, leaning against it and boxing me in.
    “What?” It's embarrassing to think that his body has me so horny I can barely think straight. I should get in my car and drive home as quickly as I can. But my body refuses to move.
    “You asked me to leave at the bar.” That wide grin on his full lips both infuriates me and drives me wild at the same time. I just want to kiss it right off of him. “I want to know if you still want me to leave.”
    He leans in closer, his lips practically touching mine. I can feel his warm breath on my lips. “No.” My voice is barely a whisper.
    “Then take me up on my offer.” His eyes bore into mine. They’re the color of storm clouds. “I want to give you the best fuck you’ve ever had.”
    My body trembles and my voice shakes. “I have to go straight home.” But I really want my one-night stand. With him .
    He puts a hand on my hip, tracing the line of my hip bone with his thumb. My panties must be completely soaked through by now. “I want to give you a taste of what you’re going to miss.”
    I try to look away, but his eyes hold mine. He moves in closer, and his lips crash against mine. His hand moves from my hip to my back, pulling me against him. I gasp into his mouth as his tongue slips between my parted lips and I give myself to this dark stranger that promises to upend my life.
    My Nokia falls to the pavement as I press my hands against his chest, wanting to push him back. Instead I slide them up around his neck, and allow myself to sink into his body. He pulls his lips away from mine, and they travel down my neck, kissing, licking and nipping at my sensitive flesh.
    The sounds of late night Brooklyn fade away, and all I can hear is my ragged breath and the drumbeat of blood pounding in my ears. He slides his hand down my back and cups my ass, squeezing it hard enough to make me gasp.
    “I love a girl with an ass I can spank,” he says as he slaps my ass for emphasis. I yelp from his sharp smack, and feel the sting turn into pleasure as he pulls up the hem of my dress and rubs my ass cheek through my panties. His kisses rain down on my collarbone and pour down my breasts.
    “Wait, wait.” I barely manage to get out those words. “We can’t do this. Anyone could see us.”
    He slowly pulls his face away from my breasts and looks deep into my eyes. He watches me as he traces his hand up my thigh. His fingers are strong, but gentle. Despite every bit of sense I have left telling me this is wrong, I let him feel up my thigh until his fingers are drifting across my panties.
    “You’re soaking through your panties.” He presses my panties against my folds and I can feel my honey soaking through the thin cloth.
    His mouth returns to the tops of my breasts, and he uses his free hand to push down the top of my dress, along with my bra, exposing my breasts to the cool spring air. The sharp chill helps me regain my senses a bit. I push his shoulders back, pulling his warm lips from my breasts.
    “I can’t do this.” I breathe out, pulling my dress back up, covering my breasts.
    He leans on one arm against my car, his face hovering inches from me. “You can’t, or you’re afraid to?”
    “I can’t.” I can feel the heat radiating off his body. A part of me wants to let him take charge and do whatever he wants to me. But that’d be