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Mandy's POV.

His lips were so soft, and so hot, I couldn't help myself. He didn't react at first but within the next second, I felt a hand on my waist and the other one my face.

He dominated the kiss instantly, kissing me so hard that I arched into him, rubbing a hand over his arm and the other one his neck, wanting more of his lips.

As he bit my lower lip, he squeezed my ass, making a helpless sound escape my throat. At that moment, I forgot everything that mattered–my work, Tasha, and Derek. All I wanted were the hands caressing my body, I didn't want that to stop.

“Mhmm,” he groaned as moved the hand on my hand to one of my breasts.

My nipples were already so hard, and my folds were already dripping. My body was flooding with so much heat, it was becoming difficult to think.

He caught a grip of my hand just then, guiding it downwards until I felt his hardness, then he broke the kiss and leaned in.

“Look what you're doing to me Mandy,” he said breathily, and the sound of it made my clit throb.

Fuck.

He was hard because of me, and for some reason, I wondered what else I could make him feel. But at that moment, my mind drifted into a random memory.

“You easily make me hard Mandy,” Derek's voice echoed in my head, instantly piercing my skin with guilt.

I stared at the stranger, and my hand on his bulge and I pulled away, my heart still racing against my chest.

The stranger placed a finger under my jaw, tilting my face up to resume the kiss but I pulled back suddenly, shaking my head in disapproval.

“I'm sorry I can't,” I said, my chest heaving.

His brows furrowed slightly, “why?”

“I'm–I’m–” a hard lump formed in my throat, but I didn't stop talking, “I'm married.”

He closed the distance between us, cupping one of my breasts as a smirk played across his lips, “if that was true, you wouldn't let me touch you that way, and you would have a ring on your finger,” he pointed out.

But how could I tell him that even I didn't understand why I'd allowed him touch me the way he did?

There was just something about him that forced my body to submit to him without a fuss. I couldn't explain it, and that was why I needed to stay away from him.

Only Derek should have this kind of effect on me. Not a stranger at a club.

Just then, the stranger squeezed my breasts tighter, pinching my nipples in a way that made my breath hitch.

I used whatever was left of my willpower to push him away from me, trying to suppress the effect of his touch.

“This was nice but I really have to go. I'm married and I can't keep doing this with you,” I said, now making my way out of the dance floor.

I didn't care where I was headed as I pushed through people, as long as I was not anywhere near him. After some walks, I found myself at the end of the room with few people who were heavily drunk and drowsy.

I was about to take a seat when I felt a force on my hand, and then I was pulled away.

I recognized that scent immediately. It was him. He was pulling me away from the room. A part of me wanted to yell at him for abruptly pulling me away from there, but the other part was excited at what he planned to do to me.

We didn't stop walking until we were at a secluded part of the club, where the music sounded muffled and our voices were the only noise in the room.

He pinned me to the wall, raising my hands above my head with a stern expression.

His eyes moved from my eyes, to my lips, and downwards and by the time he was done feeding his eyes, he finally broke the silence.

“Do you think it's okay to tease me and walk away?” He questioned, tightening his grip on my pinned hands.

“It's not like that. I–the kiss was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened, I'm married,” I explained, my voice growing thin.

He brought his face closer, “Does it matter? I don't care if you're married, but since you care a lot about that, I'll make you feel the same thing you made me feel.”

Before I got a chance to protest, his free hand caught one of my breasts. He squeezed and pinched, repeating the same action for the other breast.

My body burned with heat, my breath coming out in short bursts as the sensations pulsated through me.

His fingers flickered over my nipples at the same time, making my thighs clench together from the sudden sparks of pleasure overwhelming my folds.

“Uh–hey–sto–stop,” my voice came out in shaky breaths, the order barely registering as a proper word.

“The name's Nate and that's not how to say please,” he corrected, now moving his hands down my body.

My chest heaved as his hand moved in a snaky, tender way, leaving desire in every part of me. When his hand finally got to the hem of my dress, he pulled it higher, exposing my damp panties.

I could feel how wet I was down there, and the thought of him knowing how much he turned me on made my insides burn with a mix of shame and excitement.

He grazed his fingers over my panties, and then he hummed slowly, “for someone who doesn't want to cheat on her husband, you're terribly wet.”

I closed my eyes, hating the way those words made shame slither down my spine. But for some reason, I still didn't stop him. I wanted him to continue what he was doing.

“Eyes on me princess. Look at who's touching you,” he ordered and my heart fluttered at the sound of that.

I slowly opened my eyes, keeping it fixed on his face as his fingers shifted my panties to the side. The moment his fingers touched my folds, I sucked in a sharp breath, my core now clenching and unclenching around nothing.

He slid his fingers back and forth, coating his fingers with my juice while my thighs clamped around his fingers, loving every movement of those fingers.

“Fuck, Nate,” I moaned, panting with a silent plea for him to put his fingers inside me.

But he didn't. Instead, he moved his fingers around my clit in a circular motion, teasing my sensitive bud.

“Aww–mhmm–ungh,” I whimpered as he fastened his pace.

“Look at you, writhing from the touch of a stranger. You're such a dirty girl,” he taunted me, but none of those words made me feel shame.

If nothing, I wanted him to touch me some more.

As if he knew, his fingers treaded lower, reaching my entrance. He didn't slip his hands inside, he rolled his fingers around the area and the clenching from my core increased, aching to be filled.

As his fingers did that, he dropped his head to my chest, playing with my boobs through the gown I wore.

His lips nibbled on my nipples while his fingers played with my folds, and the combination of both made my brain experience a short circuit effect.

“Mhmmm, Nate please,” I breathed, my voice cracking from the overwhelming effect of pleasure.

“Dirty girl, you want my fingers inside?” He murmured, still teasing my entrance.

My eyes fluttered shut, “yes, please yes. Put it inside me.”

“As you wish princess,” he replied, slipping a finger inside me.

My core clenched around him hungrily, and my hips started moving around his lean, long finger.

My voice broke out in breathy moans, my hips pushing against his fingers as I chased pleasure.

He rotated his finger inside me, and that made me bite hard on my lips because one finger wasn't enough, but it was still good to clench around.

My core dripped with more juice as Nate pushed his finger inside me at a faster pace.

“Yes please, don't stop,” I begged, my breath growing shorter as I felt pressure building around my lower belly.

I was close.

My folds grew even more sensitive, my inner walls burned even more and my legs were growing weak.

“Na–Nate, I'm–I’m–” I stuttered, trying to announce being on the edge.

Nate pulled his finger just then, releasing my hands above my head as well. He lifted his finger to his lips, licking my juice off his finger.

My body ached from the sudden withdrawal, my folds spasming from the loss of the pleasure ride. I inhaled deeply, with furrowed brows.

“Why'd you stop?” I asked.

“I just showed you what it's like to play at your game. Did you like that?” He asked, curling his lips into an evil smirk.

My jaws clenched, but I tried to hide my anger. So what if he teased me and didn't want to continue? I would find release some other way.

I smirked back, “I didn't like it one bit. Nice effort though,” I said, crossing my arms.

He moved closer, flipping me over so hard that my cheeks pressed against the cold wall. I could feel his bulge straining in between his pants, and that made my clit throb.

“Acting feisty huh? Well, I guess I'll have to make you admit that you liked it,” he whispered, slipping his fingers into the waistband of my panties.