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My pulse thundered under my skin matching the rhythm of the loud music playing. I hadn’t done this in forever, hell even when I was still single and free, I’d only danced against strangers twice in my life, and even then it felt wrong, but for some reason dancing against this tall handsome British man felt right and freeing, maybe it was the liquor working, but either way I was enjoying myself and there was no single thought of Lucas running through my mind, he could burn in hell for all I cared.

I swayed my hips from side to side against the stranger’s groin and he happily held me against him with his strong veiny hands, god everything about him was masculine and perfect.

“You’re not much of a dancer, are you?” I asked realization finally dawning in on me that unlike the other people on the dance floor, I was the only one moving between us.

“No.”

“Then why did you agree?” My brows furrowed and I turned around to face him.

I couldn’t help but notice how the disco light flashing above us eventuated every inch of his face giving me the urge to touch it, especially his thick eyebrows and stubble covered jaw.

“I’m a gentleman, angel.” He winked.

“Gentlemen turn out to be the biggest assholes.” I slurred pocking his chest and nearly stumbling back because of it but he was quick to catch and hold me up against his chest.

“You like physical touch, don’t you.” I giggled the alcohol now in full effect.

“One, I’m not like other gentlemen,” He started his free hand coming up to tuck away a hair strand that had escaped my ponytail. “Two, what will you do with that information if I give it to you?”

“One, what makes you different?” I said imitating his intense tone. “Two, the options are endless.”

“Hmm,” He hummed and my thighs involuntarily clenched again.

What the hell, it was just a sound Eva, just a sound, no need to act like a needy whore.

“Everything about me is different from all the men you’ve ever met, I’m sure you can tell.” He smirked.

Of course I could tell, his aura, the way he spoke and held me was different, he had a quiet yet commanding energy to him, something I’d never felt before, but I wasn’t going to stroke his ego, I’d done that for Lucas for 4 years and look where it landed me, I was unloved and being threatened to stay in a doomed marriage.

“Hmm,” I mummed.

“What are the options?” He asked when I became quiet, it was as though he had sense that something was going through my mind. “You said the options of what you’d do with the information I’d give you are endless, so what are they?”

“I could simply walk away,” I answered pushing away all the sad thoughts, “Or,”

I stood on the tip of my toes trying to reach his ear, but because of my height even in high heels, I still couldn’t reach him, but he didn’t the most gentlemanly thing that made my heart flutter, he bent his head till my lips were against his ear.

“I could let you touch me.” I whispered, not because of shame but because there was something about whispering intimate things to a man like him.

“I’m already touching you angel.” He reminded his fingers digging through the fabric at my hip.

I had to bite my tongue hard to stop the moans building in my throat from escaping.

How on earth was it possible that someone as difficult as me was turned on by a simple touch and voice. The bar tender had surely put something in my drink.

“That’s just my waist.” I retorted my voice seductive.

“Do you want me to touch other parts of you?” He whispered his fingers now moving from my hip to my thighs then my ass and he squeezed gently. “Hmm, angel.”

 I didn’t respond, I was too consumed by how good and hot his hands felt on my body.

“Or do you want my mouth to touch you?” His wet tongue trailed from my neck up to the shell of my ear and juices pooled in my panties.

“Not here.” I shook my head grabbing his hand and leading him towards the restrooms, but he stopped midway.

“What is it?” I asked my breathing heavy and uneven.

“I’m not fucking you inside a club restroom.” He stated so bluntly his words knocked the air out of my lungs.

“Who said that’s what we were going to do in there.” I retorted after a minute of thought.

“I don’t like games angel,” He said his voice husky and serious.

“Neither do I.” I stated firmly though I was anything but serious, the longer we stood here the more the liquor and confidence I had when I sat on his lap evaporated out of my system.

“Good. So what do you want, to flirt and grind your beautiful ass against my groin,” He said moving closer and I stepped back till my back was against the wall and his arms were on either sides of it caging me in. It was so scary but arousing at the same time. “Or do you want me to fuck you, the choice is yours?”

“You’re crude for a gentleman.” I managed to comment with my face flashed and panties drenched by his words.

“And you like it, don’t you?” He smirked dipping his head down to my neck, he didn’t rush to touch me like I’d have wanted, instead he took his time and breathed me in. To say it was weird would be an understatement, but for some reason, horny me found it extremely hot, he was like an animal about to devour its prey.

“No,” I lied but he didn’t buy it.

“I don’t like liars angel.” He growled biting harshly at my bare skin.

It was definitely going to leave a mark but I didn’t care, that was a problem for future Eva, present Eva had other matters to handle at the top of the list being allowing the beautiful stranger help her not only settle a score with her soon to be ex-husband, but to also get rid of the ache he’d caused between her soaked thighs.

“Will you punish me for it?” I asked my voice extremely low and seductive.

“You’re naughty.” He groaned biting at my skin again. “And you have a smart mouth.”

“I want you to fuck me.” I blurted out my senses spiraling at the bitter sweet sensation of his bite.

“As you wish-”

“In the restroom.” I demanded.

“No.” He stated point blank, he left no room for argument, but me being ‘under the influence,’ I protested either way ignoring the stern look in his eyes.

Compared to him, I was not only short, but small in build too, he could easily throw me over his shoulder and fuck me wherever he wanted, but I took the chance to argue my case.

“I wasn’t asking, I want the restroom, it’s there or nowhere.” I stated firmly. “Besides, we did establish that it’s rude to refuse a lady.”

He stared at me for a long minute as though weighing the weight of my words, like he was having an internal battle that I’d give anything to hear.

It took a few minutes and I thought he’d changed his mind, that like Lucas had decided, I wasn’t worth the hassle, I too thought I could save myself the embarrassment and walk away, but before I could put that plan into motion, he firmly picked me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and he walked us to what I only assumed was the ladies room till I recognized it when he kicked the door open then shut and slammed my back against it.

Without warning, his finger moved from under my ass to under my dress as he cupped my wet center through the lace thong.

“You’re so wet, Evangeline.” He grunted digging his teeth into my skin like a wild animal hungry to claim its mate.

He said my name, my actual first name, that should have raise serious warnings in my head, but did I even register it, no, I was too far gone to with need to care, in the moment it seemed useless, but it was surely going to come and bite me in the ass sooner than expected.