Chapter 1
Loud music pumps from deep within the dark, narrow hallways of Club Addiction . The sounds are familiar. Their rhythm moves faster and faster, along with the pounding of my heart. The low lights help set the mood throughout the club. It’s in these moments, with my hand pressed into the small of a sexy girl’s back, guiding her through the club, that I feel the most alive.
“Where are you taking me?” the girl asks.
She flashes me an eager smile. We’ve known each other for less than an hour and yet she’s not nervous or hesitant to let me lead her wherever I want.
“You’ll see,” I say.
I give her one of my charming smiles. I can almost feel her wanting to melt into me with each crooked step she takes. Girls have never been able to resist that smile. Especially not after they’ve had a few drinks—when it’s obvious they’re looking for a good time.
“I hope we get there soon.”
“Patience is a virtue.”
“You know, I’m not used to guys making me wait.”
“I’m not like most guys.”
She gives me that smile, again, this time there’s a hazy look behind her beautiful blue eyes.
“I can tell.”
The fabric of her dress is soft beneath my touch. I can feel the gentle slope in the small of her back as I lead her down the hall, closer and closer to where we’re going—my own private little place. It’s the place I like to bring girls—one of the few places in my club that you can get any real privacy. And there’s only one other person with a key to this particular room.
Her dress hugs tight to her body, outlining every one of her curves, down to her thighs. It’s cut into a low at the top, revealing the bulges of her large breasts. They’re probably fake. But that’s not really important. Neither one of us is really looking to start something serious.
Tonight is all about having fun.
I lick my lips before they peel back in another smile as I admire the way her legs disappear beneath the short dress. They’re long and toned, and my mind has been racing with visions of them wrapped around me ever since I first saw her walk into my club.
“Like what you see?” she asks.
“Not as much as what I’m about to see…”
“Oh really? What makes you think you’re going to get so lucky?”
In one quick movement I wrap my arm around her, turning her to face me as I press her up against the wall. She lets out a gasp of surprise, and then delight when she sees the heated look in my eyes. The music beat is so hard that it sends trembles through the wall and into our bodies.
“I don’t think I’m going to get lucky,” I say, my voice low and intense.
Her blue eyes shift quickly between my own.
“You don’t?” she squeaks out.
I shake my head.
“I think you are.”
A long, intense moment passes between us. She licks her lips, still unable to break away from my stare. Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, drawing my attention down to her breasts. My cock shifts and bulges to life in my pants, and for a moment I consider taking her right there in the hallway.
She’s a hot, little thing, and it might be fun to have my way with her right then and there. The eagerness is plain in her eyes. I know I can do whatever I want with her—she won’t refuse me. In that moment I know I can have anything that I want. Her lips tremble and her head tilts back, as though she’s expecting me to kiss her or something.
It’s almost too easy.
I draw in a deep breath, composing myself. This isn’t the time or place. I’m not ready to have her—not quite yet. There’s still some more fun I can have before I’m done with her.
When I pull away from her she exhales, sharply, as though she hadn’t been able to breathe with me so close to her. The desperate look is still in her eyes. I hold my hand out to her and she gives it a hesitant look before taking it. Her touch is softer and more delicate than it had been just moments earlier. Just the thought of her giving in
Loud music pumps from deep within the dark, narrow hallways of Club Addiction . The sounds are familiar. Their rhythm moves faster and faster, along with the pounding of my heart. The low lights help set the mood throughout the club. It’s in these moments, with my hand pressed into the small of a sexy girl’s back, guiding her through the club, that I feel the most alive.
“Where are you taking me?” the girl asks.
She flashes me an eager smile. We’ve known each other for less than an hour and yet she’s not nervous or hesitant to let me lead her wherever I want.
“You’ll see,” I say.
I give her one of my charming smiles. I can almost feel her wanting to melt into me with each crooked step she takes. Girls have never been able to resist that smile. Especially not after they’ve had a few drinks—when it’s obvious they’re looking for a good time.
“I hope we get there soon.”
“Patience is a virtue.”
“You know, I’m not used to guys making me wait.”
“I’m not like most guys.”
She gives me that smile, again, this time there’s a hazy look behind her beautiful blue eyes.
“I can tell.”
The fabric of her dress is soft beneath my touch. I can feel the gentle slope in the small of her back as I lead her down the hall, closer and closer to where we’re going—my own private little place. It’s the place I like to bring girls—one of the few places in my club that you can get any real privacy. And there’s only one other person with a key to this particular room.
Her dress hugs tight to her body, outlining every one of her curves, down to her thighs. It’s cut into a low at the top, revealing the bulges of her large breasts. They’re probably fake. But that’s not really important. Neither one of us is really looking to start something serious.
Tonight is all about having fun.
I lick my lips before they peel back in another smile as I admire the way her legs disappear beneath the short dress. They’re long and toned, and my mind has been racing with visions of them wrapped around me ever since I first saw her walk into my club.
“Like what you see?” she asks.
“Not as much as what I’m about to see…”
“Oh really? What makes you think you’re going to get so lucky?”
In one quick movement I wrap my arm around her, turning her to face me as I press her up against the wall. She lets out a gasp of surprise, and then delight when she sees the heated look in my eyes. The music beat is so hard that it sends trembles through the wall and into our bodies.
“I don’t think I’m going to get lucky,” I say, my voice low and intense.
Her blue eyes shift quickly between my own.
“You don’t?” she squeaks out.
I shake my head.
“I think you are.”
A long, intense moment passes between us. She licks her lips, still unable to break away from my stare. Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, drawing my attention down to her breasts. My cock shifts and bulges to life in my pants, and for a moment I consider taking her right there in the hallway.
She’s a hot, little thing, and it might be fun to have my way with her right then and there. The eagerness is plain in her eyes. I know I can do whatever I want with her—she won’t refuse me. In that moment I know I can have anything that I want. Her lips tremble and her head tilts back, as though she’s expecting me to kiss her or something.
It’s almost too easy.
I draw in a deep breath, composing myself. This isn’t the time or place. I’m not ready to have her—not quite yet. There’s still some more fun I can have before I’m done with her.
When I pull away from her she exhales, sharply, as though she hadn’t been able to breathe with me so close to her. The desperate look is still in her eyes. I hold my hand out to her and she gives it a hesitant look before taking it. Her touch is softer and more delicate than it had been just moments earlier. Just the thought of her giving in
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