We sit at a table in the corner of the bar-slash-restaurant, where the lighting is about to blind me, and the music is at full blast for reasons unknown to anyone but the DJ. The vibe is sexy, sure, but it’s also the kind of place where flirting is next to impossible unless you’re both telepathic.
“Come closer,” Adam mouths, already pulling me closer to him, his hand resting possessively on my thigh. Yes, I’m wearing the same dress I wore on our first date, and yes, no underwear.
“I guess we could—” I don’t finish what I’m saying because Adam wraps a hand around my jaw and kisses me.
It’s messy and hot and borderline inappropriate, right there in a crowded bar. His mouth claims mine with a hunger that makes my head spin. Our noses bump, and I giggle into his mouth, but he just groans and squeezes my thigh.
I lose myself in the press of his chest, the curve of his jaw, the way he kisses like it’s the only thing that’s ever made sense to him.
My fingers slide into his hair, tug just a little, and he breaks the kiss with a sound that’s half growl, half laugh.
I rest my forehead against his, breath shaky, heart racing. “Do you think we’re too old to make out here while others are dancing and drinking?”
He smiles and nips my bottom lip. “No. But how about we take it up a notch and you sit on my lap?”
I pull back just enough to look at him. His lips are swollen. His hair’s a mess. His eyes are so dark they almost make me shiver.
With the music thumping around us, writhing bodies on the dance floor, people making out on the couches, no one pays us any attention. The songs the DJ plays are the type that usually give me a headache, but I don’t notice, not with the pounding of my pulse and the hollow ache in my pussy.
I do a quick scan of our surroundings and sit on his lap, facing the dancing crowd and fanning my dress around us. Thank goodness I had the foresight to wear a mermaid dress. It hugs my curves, but from the thigh down, it flares out dramatically.
From afar, we look like we’re just another couple, but I know better.
Adam quickly unzips his pants and takes out his cock. I can feel the head brush against my ass.
And then, all the lights turn off.
The moment it happens, I think I’ve gone blind.
The lights cut out so fast I flinch, gripping his muscular thighs.
BOOM.
A pulse of sound slams through the floor, the ceiling, my ribs, my freaking skull. Blood-red laser slices through the dark, followed by another, then another, until the space is soaked in crimson light and electricity. The music shifts—louder, dirtier, something with a beat so primal it curls into my spine and yanks my body upright.
The crowd goes wild.
I blink, eyes adjusting to the chaos. Shapes move around us, people shouting and laughing and dancing. Taking full advantage of the moment, I lift my hips slightly and impale myself on Adam’s hard cock.
“Oh fuck.” Adam leans his forehead on my back, his voice making my body vibrate with need.
He fills me completely, and I moan when his cock twitches inside me. God, it’s so good. I begin to move, rolling my hips and bouncing lightly on his lap. My eyes are in front, but I’m not really seeing anything.
Adam’s hand snakes under my dress and between my thighs. Before I can take my next breath, he teases my clit. I gasp so loudly I thought people would finally notice us, but the sound is drowned out by the music. Thank God for the DJ.
My fingers curl around Adam’s knees, and I grip them tightly.
He continues strumming my clit, but at the same time, he thrusts from underneath.
The combination of thrill, his cock, and masterful touching of my clit pushes me over the edge. Before I know it, I’m coming hard, and I clench my thighs together as I tremble, riding shockwaves of pleasure.
“Adam…”
Under me, Adam grips my thighs for one final deep plunge, his breathing ragged, the flood of his own pleasure unleashing into my body.
I slump into him, and he wraps his arms around me, kissing my back. “You drive me so damn crazy, Amelia.”
I chuckle. “Good. My main goal in life is to corrupt you thoroughly.”
