the cutest smile, the most amazing body, the prettiest blue eyes and the greatest temper; a temper that made my dick hard.
Since I’d met her in the car park last night I hadn’t been able to push her out of my mind. I’d sat for hours, staring at the fiver with her phone number on knowing it was too soon to call her but not even sure she would even have answered, never mind talk to me.
There was something about her that enlivened something inside me, called to me, and woke the dormant part of me. I’d always preferred men, although I still had the occasional fling with females. However, Zoe was something else. I couldn’t figure out what it was, but she held every single part of me hostage, attentive to every single part of her.
A random guy smiled widely at her, his eyes fixed on her face. I could read the want in him, the arrogant expectation that he had pulled. Not tonight, mate.
I stalked the room, my strides wide to reach her. Her eyes widened when she noticed me, my swift movement into her catching her breath as I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor without a word.
She was too shocked to react at first, allowed me to control her. I pulled her tight against me, my body hardening instantly at the feel of her soft curves against me, her large firm breasts pushed against the muscles of my chest as my arms snaked around her, embracing her closely.
She started to struggle, pull away but I tutted in her ear. “I think a dance is the least you owe me, honey.”
She reared back, her blazing blue eyes turning me on even more. I needed to witnesses the deep rawness in her eyes when I made her body bow to me, to the pleasure I could give her, to the pain I wanted to guide her temper through.
“I don’t owe you anything,” she snapped, still writhing beneath me.
Fuck, my dick was so hard. Not giving a damn, I thrust my hips against hers, her eyes widening further when she felt what her fight was doing to me. “I beg to differ. You owe me, by my calculations, around two thousand pounds for the damage to my car.”
“What?” she gasped, her jaw dropping. “That’s… Wow.”
Guilt flooded me when the worry on her face dimmed the light in her eyes. Her eyes scanned my face before dropping to my chest, her body now completely viable beneath me as she fretted how she could find that much money.
“Maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement,” I offered.
I blinked, a slight gasp rendering me motionless when her palm shot across my cheek. “I’m not a fucking prostitute,” she spat.
“What the fuck!” I growled, my jaw tightening with anger. “I didn’t mean that. Jesus! I was thinking about an agreeable weekly amount!”
“Oh!” she blinked up at me, her long eyelashes hiding half of her eyes as a shameful smile curved her delicious lips.
“That temper of yours is gonna get you into trouble one day.”
She smirked at me then laughed, her pretty face completely morphing into something exquisite with her delight. “That’s what my husband always said.” She smiled, more to herself. “And quite often, it usually did.”
All I focussed on was the word ‘husband’. “You’re married.” I didn’t miss the way she had become completely at ease with me, her body moving against mine to the rhythm of the music, her hips swaying deliciously as I lowered my hands and held her to me with a hold on the sexy little curves.
“Was,” she replied, looking up at me. “He died seven years ago.”
“Oh Christ. I’m sorry.”
She started to shake her head before fingers curled around her wrist and she was pulled away from me. “You okay, Ink? This prick bothering you?” Romeo was switching his gaze between Zoe and me, his angry eyes accusing every time he looked at her. Interesting.
She snatched her hand from Romeo, her eyes firing with a furious heat. “I’m fine!”
He seemed to jolt at the tone in her voice, a faint twitch appearing in his cheek. They were silent for a
Since I’d met her in the car park last night I hadn’t been able to push her out of my mind. I’d sat for hours, staring at the fiver with her phone number on knowing it was too soon to call her but not even sure she would even have answered, never mind talk to me.
There was something about her that enlivened something inside me, called to me, and woke the dormant part of me. I’d always preferred men, although I still had the occasional fling with females. However, Zoe was something else. I couldn’t figure out what it was, but she held every single part of me hostage, attentive to every single part of her.
A random guy smiled widely at her, his eyes fixed on her face. I could read the want in him, the arrogant expectation that he had pulled. Not tonight, mate.
I stalked the room, my strides wide to reach her. Her eyes widened when she noticed me, my swift movement into her catching her breath as I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor without a word.
She was too shocked to react at first, allowed me to control her. I pulled her tight against me, my body hardening instantly at the feel of her soft curves against me, her large firm breasts pushed against the muscles of my chest as my arms snaked around her, embracing her closely.
She started to struggle, pull away but I tutted in her ear. “I think a dance is the least you owe me, honey.”
She reared back, her blazing blue eyes turning me on even more. I needed to witnesses the deep rawness in her eyes when I made her body bow to me, to the pleasure I could give her, to the pain I wanted to guide her temper through.
“I don’t owe you anything,” she snapped, still writhing beneath me.
Fuck, my dick was so hard. Not giving a damn, I thrust my hips against hers, her eyes widening further when she felt what her fight was doing to me. “I beg to differ. You owe me, by my calculations, around two thousand pounds for the damage to my car.”
“What?” she gasped, her jaw dropping. “That’s… Wow.”
Guilt flooded me when the worry on her face dimmed the light in her eyes. Her eyes scanned my face before dropping to my chest, her body now completely viable beneath me as she fretted how she could find that much money.
“Maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement,” I offered.
I blinked, a slight gasp rendering me motionless when her palm shot across my cheek. “I’m not a fucking prostitute,” she spat.
“What the fuck!” I growled, my jaw tightening with anger. “I didn’t mean that. Jesus! I was thinking about an agreeable weekly amount!”
“Oh!” she blinked up at me, her long eyelashes hiding half of her eyes as a shameful smile curved her delicious lips.
“That temper of yours is gonna get you into trouble one day.”
She smirked at me then laughed, her pretty face completely morphing into something exquisite with her delight. “That’s what my husband always said.” She smiled, more to herself. “And quite often, it usually did.”
All I focussed on was the word ‘husband’. “You’re married.” I didn’t miss the way she had become completely at ease with me, her body moving against mine to the rhythm of the music, her hips swaying deliciously as I lowered my hands and held her to me with a hold on the sexy little curves.
“Was,” she replied, looking up at me. “He died seven years ago.”
“Oh Christ. I’m sorry.”
She started to shake her head before fingers curled around her wrist and she was pulled away from me. “You okay, Ink? This prick bothering you?” Romeo was switching his gaze between Zoe and me, his angry eyes accusing every time he looked at her. Interesting.
She snatched her hand from Romeo, her eyes firing with a furious heat. “I’m fine!”
He seemed to jolt at the tone in her voice, a faint twitch appearing in his cheek. They were silent for a
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