•20•You're Not The Only One

Adam watched as the women grinded on his three friends' laps, then placed a hand at the waist of the one on his lap.

Her name was Elena. Or was it Ella?

They were in their usual VIP booth at The Storm, occupying an arched settee settled against the wall and curving around a round table.

Elena grabbed his bottle from his hand and chucked the remaining beer in a few gulps before tossing it on their table.

Then she grabbed both of his hands and brought them to her chest, palming them over her extra large boobs while her supple ass swivelled sensuously on his erection through his trousers.

If only she knew that his arousal had nothing to do with her, that it only ached for one woman who'd held his mind captive for the past week he hadn't seen her.

Hell, Eva had been holding his mind captive for four months even before he knew that it was her.

It was her he wanted to be this close to, her he wanted to bury himself inside.

Frustrated by his never dissipating thoughts of Eva, he was about