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hesitation, he leaned in close once more, pressing his lips against mine.
    Is this really happening?
    Immediately, a tingle shot through my body as I instantly become more turned on by his kiss. Everything about what was happening felt so wrong, but somehow, even in the face of potential danger, I found myself undeniably attracted to this man. He was powerful, muscular and in total control. I wanted nothing more than to submit to him.
    Hesitantly, I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue inside. As our tongues lashed, the man released my other wrist and brought his hand to my thigh.
    My short dress left most of my leg exposed and his fingers landed on my bare skin. He began sliding his hand upward, making his way toward my ass. I quickly pulled away from his kiss.
    “No,” I said. “I don’t even know your name.”
    He smirked and then stood up, backing a step away from me. Then he unbuttoned his leather vest and slipped it off, tossing it carelessly to the other side of the room.
    “Oh, my God,” I whispered, as I looked over his naked chest.
    His muscles were huge and toned, but that’s not what had me in shock. What made my jaw hit the floor was when I noticed that his chest and stomach were covered in tattoos. Most of them were etched on his skin in only black ink, but I noticed a few that had some bright shades of red colored in.
    “I’m Tommy,” he said.
    As I continued admiring him, my eyes gravitated toward a tattoo on his right peck that read, Tommy Gun.
    “Tommy Gun?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. “Is that your nickname?”
    He chuckled and then stepped close to me once more. He completely ignored my question, though, and instead began kissing me again. This time, I was fully ready for it. As we kissed, I brought my hands up to his powerful chest, feeling his hot, naked skin underneath my fingertips.
    I began to moan softly as I got more and more turned on.
    What am I doing?
    I knew that I shouldn’t be there, but something inside of me was also telling me to stay. After a moment, Tommy pulled away from our kiss.
    “I’ve gotta say, I’m really fucking glad you decided to stop into the bar tonight,” he said. “You’re so beautiful.”
    I blushed immediately. I couldn’t remember the last time that Justin had said something like that to me.
    Shit! Justin....
    As soon as I thought about my boyfriend back at home, a feeling of guilt swept over me.
    “I should go,” I said.
    I began to stand up from the couch. As soon as I got up, though, Tommy gently placed his hands around my hips and pulled me toward him. His strength was obvious as he manipulated my body and I felt another surge of my natural lubrication pump out of my pussy, causing my panties to grow damp.
    “Tommy,” I whispered.
    My face was at his chest and I couldn’t help but to bring my hands to his body. My fingers slid over his stomach, bouncing along his ripped abdominal muscles.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he said.
    Then he placed his hand over the back of my head once more and squeezed a handful of my hair. It caused my chin to lift, bringing my gaze directly to his face. Immediately, he leaned forward and began kissing me again.
    It was torture. It was like there were two different people inside of me. One was telling me to run out of the house screaming and the other was telling me to stay there and let this total bad boy stranger take control of me.
    Once again, though, I found myself into the kiss. My pussy was beginning to throb, begging for attention and I found myself slowly bucking my hips forward, pressing my crotch against his leg.
    Tommy brought his free hand down to my ass and squeezed it firmly. For a brief second, I considered swatting him away, but that thought disappeared in an instant. I realized that I actually enjoyed his touch and I wanted his hands on my body.
    We continued to kiss, as he grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up, revealing my ass and panties to the air. Then he placed his