alone.”
***
Kaya glanced across the room, her hazy gaze caught and locked in on Max. Her breath stilled as he stared at her openly, possessively, in the crowded room. His tailored tux filled out his chest and Kaya sipped in his looks as though it was another glass of champagne. From where she sat, he appeared far, but he closed in on her in record time.
“Can I talk to you?” he asked with a low growl.
“Why?” she uttered raising her eyebrow seductively.
“I was watching you from across the room and felt a little jealous that someone was getting all of your time and attention. Should I be worried? I thought we had a solid deal.” He stated while inching in close to her.
“I didn’t know our deal meant you would abandon your date for an hour. Now I understand why you can’t find one. I don’t think anyone deserves to be put on ice for an entire night.”
She tried to hide her smile but it crept up slowly on her face, and for some reason she didn’t want it to disappear.
“Very funny Kaya Hanson. Look, I promise I’m 100% yours for the rest of the night,” he stated with longing in his eyes. The rest of the night? What the hell did that mean?
She didn’t respond, not because she didn’t want to, but because her eyes were selfishly feeding her own needs. Maybe it was the multiple glasses of expensive champagne that was making her feel warm and tingly, but whatever it was she wanted more. Not sure if it was game of wills or one of desire Kaya continued to stare, she didn’t even blink.
“Would you like to dance?” He asked with his hand stretched out. She could feel thousands of tiny prying eyes back on her again. She wondered if he would flee the scene like he had done when he was a boy. But he hadn’t. Instead, he whisked her into his arms and escorted her to the floor. An alarm sounded in her head but she ignored it, blaming her irrational behavior on the alcohol.
The grand ballroom was packed with dancers and intrusive spectators but Max seemed unfazed by it all. His focus and attention was on Kaya. The sensual sounds of Marvin Gaye’s timeless hit, “Let’s Get It On,” danced across the speakers. Up until this point, Max had managed to keep his distance from her. Now he needed her close. Kaya released a shy breath and tugged at her waistline playfully.
“May I touch you?” he asked.
She nodded eagerly.
He claimed her quickly.
First, he laid one strong masculine hand on her bare skin, caressing it gently, while his other hand lingered up and down the small of her back. Then he pulled her close to his chest. She let out a slight, quivering moan but Max didn’t fully hear it because his own thunderous, rapid heartbeat drowned it out. Next, she hooked her left leg around the base of his calf and stroked it up and down, like a professional Latin dancer. The rhythmic pleasures forced tiny sweat beads to form on his brow.
“You smell like heaven,” he groaned as the sexual lyrics forced them both into a sea of temptation.
Burying her face into his chest, she soaked in his masculine scent and rested her cheek against his firm and strong upper body. Then she wrapped her small arms around his neck, needing to feel more of his enticing flesh. What the hell was wrong with her? At the moment she didn’t give a damn, her body needed his touch so she allowed her mind to check out. With their flesh pressed together tightly, she gyrated her hips against him, forcing a growing cock to erupt. Max dipped her back, far back, and then pressed his full lips against her forehead sending a warm rush to her head and to her….
“Looks like someone has taken a dance lesson or two,” he stated swinging her back to her feet as the music ended.
They stared at each other with a longing in their eyes, then she quickly backed away. Surprisingly they both had the same look on their faces. But what was the look and what game were they really playing?
Kaya’s cheeks were flushed. Max’s cock was
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