It started with a proposition: One night.
***Sneak peek*** Mature content 18+
Swinging my hips to the music, I take another drink of my vodka tonic, close my eyes, and let the beat move me. I breathe and take in the scent of peppermint mixed with rain. It’s someone’s cologne. When a hand grasps my hip, I turn quickly to see gray eyes trained on mine. Putting my hand over his, we start dancing together. As if it’s automatic. The lines of his tall, strong body press against mine like no time has passed. Tingles travel from all points of contact and move right to my center. My heart rate speeds up and I can’t stop staring into his eyes. His expression is tight, intense, but his lips part. Reid’s face is still beautiful, but he’s changed. Standing before me now is a man, his jaw more angular, like his playful side has been taken over by seriousness and discipline. He’s alarmingly sexy.
His hands work their way down my lower back, ghosting the top of my ass. I move my fingers to the back of his neck, his skin smooth, the way I remember it. His mouth, so close to mine, is parted, inviting. I lick my lips, eager to familiarize myself with his taste again. Stop this, Mia. Reid puts one of his legs between mine, creating delicious friction on my core. My breathing becomes ragged. All of this feels dangerous, from his smell all around me, unhinging me.
I swallow hard and shift my gaze down. I haven’t been this turned on in years. When the song comes to a stop and a new one begins, I take a cautious step back. “Hi,” I say, my tone soft and guarded.
“Hello.” With Reid’s gaze so focused on me, the hair rises on my arms.
“I need a drink.” I turn to walk away and am surprised when I find he’s followed me and is now next to me at the bar.
“What are you drinking? Vodka?”
“Some things never change.” I shrug and shift my weight from one leg to the other. His nearness is throwing me off balance.
He nods.
“I didn’t know you were in New York. Last I heard, things were going great with your company.” He moved to California after college and started up a financial consulting firm. I heard through the grapevine that he was doing very well for himself, and last I knew he was in a relationship.
Reid downs a shot of something clear and hands me my drink. “I don’t want to talk tonight. I want to drink, dance, and then I want to fuck you…”
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