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all Philly on her ass."

 
    Nicole
laughs. "I'm sure it will happen sooner or later."

 
    "No
doubt," I agree.

 
    With
the way things are going already, I think I might have to have a talk with her.
These evil glares have to stop. I don't like feeling as though someone is
always watching me. It's creepy. As the drinks start flowing, I forget all
about Hillary and her crazy obsession with me. My only focus is Nicole. I want
to get her on the dance floor so I can have that sweet body of hers up against
mine.

Chapter
Three

 
    ~Nicole~

 
    Jesus
Christ, how much liquor was in those drinks? I'm hammered after only three of
them, but they tasted soooo good I couldn’t stop myself.   I
thought you weren't going to get drunk? I wasn't trying to! Am I talking to myself? Did I just answer? Shit, I am really
drunk! I suck down the last of my third drink when Ace stands and holds his
hand out to me. I look up at him through glassy eyes. He's taken off his
leather jacket and is in just his gray T-shirt now. He nods toward the dance
floor. Ooookay! I set down my glass on the table in front of me and stand. I
sway but Ace grabs my arm and steadies me. I giggle and let him pull me into
his strong arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my body against his.
His eyes darken and he smiles naughtily as he starts walking backward toward
the dance floor with me still wrapped up in his arms.

 
    Ace
finds a spot in the mass of writhing bodies and wedges his hard thigh between
mine as we start to move to the music. His hands are roaming all over my back,
sides, and ass. Our hips jam together and there is no doubt that he is
extremely turned on. The rigid length of his dick is pressed snuggly against my
pelvic region, and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want his cock somewhere
else at the moment. Inside of me, maybe? Yeah, that'd be good.

 
    Dammit,
I shouldn't have had so much to drink. I'm not thinking clearly. I don't want
to be some one night stand for him. But he's not
playing fair with those sexy crystal blue eyes and sensual lips of his. Why
does he have to be so damn gorgeous?

 
    I
don't even know how long we’ve been dry humping for – because basically,
that's what we're doing – before I feel Ace's mouth at my neck. His warm
lips kiss a trail up to my ear. His hand palms my ass and gives it a squeeze as
he nips at my ear.

 
    "You
are so fucking sexy, I want you so badly right now," he rasps in my ear.

 
    "I'm
not a slut," I slur even though I know I'm going to end up fucking him,
because seriously, I really, really want to.

 
    "I
never said you were."

 
    Fuck
it.   As soon as the words leave his
lips, I kiss him. I'm not talking a little peck either. This is a full on
make-out session right here. Our teeth bump and our tongues clash together. He
tastes like cranberry juice and it's freaking delicious. He moans and thrusts
his hands into my hair. I suck in a sharp breath through my nose as he takes
control. Heat quickly pools between my legs.

 
    I
know I shouldn't be doing this; I shouldn't be kissing him, and I definitely
shouldn't let it lead to other things, but dammit, I'm drunk and I really can't
find it in myself to care. I claw the back of his head as I press my aching
breasts against his solid chest. It's been a while since I've had sex, and
yeah, I really need it right now.

 
    Ace
wraps an arm around my waist and starts propelling me backwards. We bump into a
few people but no one seems to care. We're still kissing as we're moving, mind
you. Suddenly, my back slams into a wall and Ace's hard body pins me against
it, his mouth back at my neck. I gasp as his large hand covers my breast and
squeezes. He drags his mouth up to my ear, his goatee scraping my skin the
whole way. I shudder, damn, that feels awesome.  

 
    "I'm
gonna fuck you so good," he growls.

 
    Thank
god he has me pressed against the wall because I swear my knees would have
never held me up after hearing