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do you know Ryder?”
    Her eyes rake over my face and land on my lips. They linger a beat before returning to my stare. “Um, we’ve been friends for several years. I’m a manager for an event company and we ended up meeting at a charity ball I organized years ago. Ryder has the warehouse also, so he supplies liquor for the events. He’s been a really good friend to me.”
    “So, you’re from New York then?” I ask, and something shifts in her eyes again.
    “No, I’m originally from Seattle but moved here eight years ago. What about you?” Her stare once again wanders to my mouth then slides back up.
    “I’m from Harrison, a suburb just outside of New York City, but moved to Boston to go to college and ended up staying there until six months ago when I moved back.” My gaze drops to her full lips, and I can’t help wondering what she tastes like. I bet she’s so fucking sweet.
    And now I’m done with the small talk.
    “Do you want to dance?” I hold out my hand hoping she’ll take it, and I’ve won yet another battle when she does.
    As she slips her hand into mine, my thumb involuntarily skims across the top of it, skin bristling at how smooth she is. I bet she’s smooth everywhere and my dick jumps at the thought. I’d love to see how smooth her thighs are as I’m spreading her open on my bed.
    We plow through the crowd to the dance floor that’s packed with people gyrating, rubbing against one another shamelessly. I snake my arms around Vanessa’s waist and she loops hers around my neck, our faces only inches apart. Every part of our bodies connects as she melts into me, swaying to the slow, sultry rhythm. Lights are flashing, swarms of people grinding all around us. We get bumped from behind and I grasp her hips, my erection pressing into her. She raises her eyes to meet mine, piercing me with a stare that nearly has me carrying her to a back room and fucking her.
    She leans in, her breath hot against my ear, shouting, “I like your ink!” And my skin tingles as she runs her nail along the lines of the tattoo on my neck. When she backs away and her eyes find mine again, they are dotted with heat. “It’s beautiful,” she says, staring at my mouth. The rum on her breath urges me closer and I want to taste it from her lips. I want to explore her mouth, flick my tongue against her warmth, drag it down her body until she’s writhing beneath me.
    Her head comes to rest against my chin, my fingers inching up her flesh, massaging her in slow circles. She shivers, prompting me to splay my other hand across her lower back, pressing her tight against me. I know she feels my arousal, it’s practically bursting from my zipper.
    We stay like this, song after song. The music continues to pound around us, the crowd falling away. Her scent is intoxicating, sweat and something fruity radiating from her skin, taunting me, until I can’t take it anymore.
    I bring my lips to her ear, whispering, “I want you to come home with me tonight.”
    She raises her head, awareness shading her eyes. “Why would I do that?”
    “Because I think you want me as much as I want you.” I lean down, brushing my lips against hers. She’s so God damn soft. “Don’t you?”
    She hesitates, and for a second I wonder if I’m wrong. “Yes,” she finally breathes out, before pulling my lips back down to hers, taking what she wants. And I fucking want to give it.
    Her lips part and I slip inside her warm mouth, our tongues sliding against one another, the sweet taste of rum flowing between us. She tastes even better than I imagined and I can’t resist deepening the kiss, her fingers responding by cinching the fabric of my shirt as she rubs her firm tits across my chest. Desire rips through me, and she moans when I grip her ass, grinding against her. I break the kiss with a loud pop, both of us breathing hot and heavy.
    “You ready?”
    She nods, and I take her hand to lead her off the dance floor. “Wait.” She stops