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CAITLIN

For me, the sexiest place for a man to have tattoos were his hands. Especially the fingers.

Don't ask.

At the moment my mind was occupied by erotic thoughts and one of those scenes included a tattooed hand wrapping around my neck and a hunky body fucking me until I no longer knew my name.

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Reason for all those thoughts? The fine specimen with tattoos and a drink in one hand looking at me from across the very occupied bar.

Fuck, he's hot.

I first noticed him when I felt eyes at the back of my head. You know...that feeling that someone is watching you and you can't help but glance around in search of the culprit. It led to my eyes landing on him.

He was beautiful. His face, a strikingly angelic handsome face with brown eyes, a chiselled jaw line and plump lips. By far the sexiest man I've ever seen and it had me shifting in my seat uncomfortably.

I had recently called off things with my regular fuck buddy who was a human blank canvas. As untouched as the day he was born. The complete opposite of the man currently looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive.

Blake's idea of kinky was aggressively rubbing

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my clit during sex and saying, 'Awe, you like that?'

He was hot, a typical frat boy - a bit childish at times - but in a cute way. I didn't want cute. He also had a big dick with the inability to use it correctly but bless him...he tried. Compatibility wasn't something that could be forced no matter how badly you wanted the person.

It just didn't work and I was beyond sexually frustrated.

Which is why I came to the bar - to get my mind off things and possibly drink my sorrows away. But instead I was placed under a scrutinizing gaze from the hottest goddamn man I've ever seen. His eyes were zeroed in on me and I pursed my lips in contemplation. Just come over here, for fucks sake.

Without thinking I gave the man a slight nod gesturing for him to come over. I immediately turned around in my seat suddenly scared to see his reaction.

The thought of him laughing at me and turning away had my face grimacing in embarrassment. What if he wasn't even looking at me?

Just act normal, you fucking idiot.

Honestly, if it was anyone else staring at me like that from across the room I would have told them to stop being creepy. But he was a hot and I was a biased bitch who wasn't ashamed to admit it.

I took a small sip of my whiskey and took a deep breath in. My elbows were rested on the counter as I swirled the brown liquid around in the glass. I wasn't a light weight - on the contrary actually if I had a full stomach.

I felt his presence before I heard him.

"Never had a woman call me over before." A

deep and smouldering voice caused me to look up from drink. I didn't expect the rich

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accent he had and it automatically made him

ten times hotter. The stranger sat down on the empty stool next to me so close that I could

smell the subtle cologne he wore.

When I tell you that he was inked, I mean inked from the back of his hand all the way to his neck. It disappeared underneath the white dress shirt.

He was more gorgeous up close.

"You were staring at me. You scared to make a move or what?" I asked with a raised eyebrow taking another sip of my drink. I sucked in a small cube of ice and swirled it around in my mouth enjoying the coolness.

"Scared?" He chuckled slightly showing off his perfect smile. "I was making sure you weren't waiting for a man since you are all alone." He said taking a sip of the clear liquid. I'm guessing vodka.

Feeling a little bit of courage I turned in my stool and let my bare knees touch the side of his thighs. "Oh, yeah? You care about stuff like that?" I asked tilting my head to the side curiously. He wasn't overly muscular and big and the way he moved told me his strength lied in the agility department.

He looked down at my knees and his eyes darkened while his hand visibly tightened around the glass. "No I don't. But you probably do."

"Bold of you to assume anything about me from ten feet away." I said playfully leaning one elbow on the counter and leaning forward. The strangers' eyes dropped to my cleavage before making eye contact with a small smirk.

"Ah," he nodded his head. "It's rare seeing a beautiful woman sitting alone."

If I had it my way I would strip naked on that very bar and have him fuck me into oblivion. My core tightened at the vivid image.

"Do you have someone in your life that will be upset that you're sitting here and

complimenting me?" I asked. I had to make sure - the last time some random girl tried to fight me because her man flirted with me.

I would never understand why she attacked me and not the person supposed to be loyal to her.

He smirked and asked playfully, "Why? You can't fight?"

I looked at him amused. "Over a man? I'd rather eat glass."

"I respect that," He nodded his head and pursed his lips. "To answer your question, no there's not."

"Glad we're on the same page now." I said feeling a little more comfortable.

"What's your name, angel?" He asked and set his glass down to face his body towards me fully. His legs were long - I could see how firm they were through the pants he wore and I crossed one leg over the other to hide how affected I was.

"Definitely not angel. Caitlin." I took a sip of my drink, enjoying the slight burn it offered.

"Caitlin," He tested it on his tongue and unashamedly checked me out from my head to my feet cladded in strappy heels. "Such an innocent name."

I laughed. "Aw, I'm anything but. Are you going to tell me your name?"

He leaned forward brushing my long dark hair from my shoulder to behind me. I didn't know him from a bar of a soap but the lust in his eyes was evident. He licked his bottom lip, the action was almost enough to have me dropping to my knees.

"If I do, you have to promise to be mine for the night." He said so softly that I wasn't sure I heard him correctly.

"And if I don't?" I asked tracing my fingers up his thigh. I wasn't new to the whole one-night stand situation. I've had my fair share of it in the past and I desperately needed a release. Blake couldn't give that to me and I wasn't about to call him up just to be disappointed again.

"Then we have no business even having this

conversation, right angel?" He was straightforward - just the way I liked it. He was a man who had an intention - no beating around the bush and it was a breath of fresh air.

I smirked. "I was yours the minute I laid my eyes on you. Name."

I am a twenty two year old woman acting like a horny teenager.

The strangers' lips tilted up in a small smile and he bit his lower lip, humour dancing around in his brown eyes. "Dominic."

I picked up my clutch and placed a few notes underneath the empty glass. I stood up, raising to the same height as him even though he was still sitting. He was watching me intently as I walked behind him and leaned forward until my lips were just barely grazing his ear.

"My place or yours, Dom?" I asked softly. He stared at me for a few more seconds and picked up his drink to take one last gulp.

Without warning he stood up and grabbed my waist placing a hard kiss on my lips. His mouth was cold and tasted of minty vodka - an odd combination but I found myself moaning into his mouth.

The kiss alone was enough to have my pussy quivering.

"Yours." Dominic responded against my lips. I nodded, still in a daze. He grabbed my hand and started leading me out of the bar.

I stopped myself from smiling. I missed it - I missed the excitement of fucking someone new and I was so damn ready.