“Is that what we do next? Am I supposed to go home with you?” I ask the same thing that Neily did earlier. I do want to get out of here. It feels as though everyone is watching us. I keep seeing people glance our way. The hostess girl that took our drink order keeps giving me death glares. I’m not sure what's up with her but it’s beginning to make me uncomfortable.
“We can go to my place if you’d like.”
“I’m not having sex with you,” I blurt out. Why did I say that? I definitely want to have sex with him or maybe do other things after the way he’d kissed me. Oh God. I’m making an idiot of myself.
“I wouldn’t have sex with you.”
“Oh.” My shoulders drop. What the heck?
“Don’t look disappointed, cupcake. When I take you for the first time you’re going to be sober.” He leans down, brushing his mouth against mine. “I can do other things to your body, though, to make you come.”
“You won’t sleep with me because I’ve been drinking?” That’s equal parts disappointing and sweet.
“There are other things besides sex we can do. I’ll make it good for you.”
“What about you?” I lick my lips. My tongue grazes his bottom lip.
“Tonight is about you. You told me you’ve been watching me for a month.” My face heats all over again at him acknowledging my stalking habits. “I want a taste of what I’ve been missing.”
“You want to go down on me?” I pull back, putting my hand over my mouth. I have the same problem of blurting things out as Neily, obviously. It has to be the drinks. Or maybe it’s my nerves. It could be a combination of both.
“Who wouldn't want to eat your pussy, cupcake?” His dirty words have me clenching my thighs together.
“Sir. Can I get you anything else?” I look up to see that the hostess woman is back. This time she isn't staring at me but at Sean. That mean glare is gone from her eyes. The only thing I see in them now is longing. I wonder if they once had a thing or something.
“No. We’re leaving.” He holds his hand out for me as he stands. I take it. He pulls me to my feet. I start to sway, but he tucks me into his side to balance me. “Have my car pulled around.” The woman purses her lips as she pulls out her phone. I’m guessing to send a text. “Move,” he tells her. She hops out of the way so we can get by. I don’t miss the nasty glance she gives me as I pass her.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Going home with a man I don’t really know. Neily tracks my phone so she’ll know exactly where I am. I rest my head on him, enjoying being so close to him. My body has a warm buzz to it. I don’t know if it’s him or the drinks. Probably a mix of both.
He opens his fancy car door for me, letting me in. I slip in and he leans down toward me. I grab his face, pulling him in for a kiss. This time I push my tongue into his mouth, digging my hands into his short, shaggy hair. A small whimper comes from me, my body needing more. The sounds of catcalls break me from my lust-filled thoughts.
“Cupcake. You’re killing me.” I hear the sound of my seat belt click into place.
“I thought you were going to kiss me.” I close my eyes. I’m so bad at this. He kisses the tip of my nose. I have no idea what I’m doing, I’m taking my cues from him.
“I’ll be kissing you again soon. In places that I don’t want any of these fuckers seeing.” He pulls back, shutting the door before he walks around to the driver’s side and hops in. He leans over, giving me a quick kiss before he starts the car. He quickly takes my hand in his before he pulls away.
“Wait. Aren't you working?” I realize after a moment.
“I can come and go as I please.”
“That must be nice.” I sigh, leaning back into the seat on his fancy sports car. “One time I saw you leave the club with a woman. It made me feel”—I pause—“Why do I keep telling you things that I shouldn't? I already told you that I’ve been creepy watching you from across the street.”
Sean laughs. The warm sound fills the car. I didn't know a laugh could be sexy but everything about him is. The man really is out of my league. He looks like he should be dating a supermodel.
That hostess clearly has a crush on him. She could be a supermodel with her long legs and perfect body. Yet he didn't seem interested in her in the least. All of his attention had been focused on me.
“I think it’s adorable. I want to know what you’re thinking.” He glances over at me when we pull up to a light. “The only time I can remember taking a woman home from the club was the night my cousin came in. She had a little too much to drink.”
“Really?” I hate how much better that makes me feel. “You don’t have one-night stands?”
“No. It would be very unprofessional for me to date customers or employees.”
“But I’m technically a customer.” I fiddle with the edge of my shirt, hoping he doesn't change his mind.
“You’re worth breaking the rules for.” My whole body lights up. This man is making me feel all kinds of things I’ve never felt before.
“I hope I don’t get you in trouble with your boss.” Sean’s hand comes to rest on top of my thigh.
“I’m not going to get in any trouble.” The car comes to a stop. Sean jumps out, coming around to open my door for me. I take his hand as he tosses his keys to someone waiting at the door of the building.
“Sir.” The man greets Sean but he’s looking at me.
“Eyes off my girl, Ben,” Sean tells him in a hard tone. His fingers tangle with mine as he leads me into the building and straight for the elevator.
“I’ve never done this,” I admit as the elevator doors close behind us. My mind is a little foggy and all over the place. I know it’s because I’m a little tipsy but I also know it’s the effect that Sean is having on me.
Something about him is playing with my mind. I don’t know how he has this hold over me but I find myself doing anything he wants. There’s a need growing in me and I know he’s the only one that will be able to fulfill it.
“This isn't a one-night stand.” He pins me to the elevator wall, caging me in. I look up at him. He’s smirking down at me but I can tell his eyes are serious.
“What would you call it then?”
“This is me showing you what I can give you.” He lifts me, his hands going to my ass. I wrap my arms around his neck as his fingers dig into my ass under my skirt. My mind blanks on what kind of underwear I’d worn today.
It’s too late to do anything about it now anyway. I had no idea this was going to happen. His big hands fit me perfectly as he grips me tighter to him. There is no way I'm stopping now. I don’t really think it matters to him if I’m wearing granny panties or a thong. The way he’s devouring my mouth makes that clear.
“Are you going to show me by getting a taste of me?” I repeat what he’d said in the club. Okay, I repeated it in a very toned-down version. Ever since he uttered those words, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how his mouth would feel on me.
“You going to let me have it, cupcake? You going to let me lick you until you're screaming my name and creaming on my tongue?” I nod my head as the elevator dings. He steps off, carrying me with him. I can’t stop myself from pressing my mouth to his, wanting another kiss. I had no idea how consuming a kiss could be. My eyes flutter open when my back hits a soft bed.