Page 221 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

“Hmm, sure. Dance with me,” she says, rolling her hips against mine.

My hands slip a little until her firm ass fills them. I squeeze her gently as her pupils dilate.

Damn, my girl is tipsy and horny.

Bea is a fucking genius.

The second I duck my head, she reaches up and our lips meet.

A groan rumbles deep in my throat as her tongue glides against mine.

Fuck. This is what I needed.

The rest of the world falls away as we make out right there in the middle of the club. The music lowers; the people disappear. The only things that exist are the two of us.

Nothing else matters.

One song ends and another starts, but nothing changes other than that.

I’m fully hard now, and there’s no way she can’t feel it pressing against her stomach.

Eventually, we part, both of us heaving for breath, but I can’t stop kissing her.

As I drop my lips to her neck, Sienna spins around, pressing her ass against my crotch.

“Fucking hell, darlin’,” I grunt as she grinds against me shamelessly. “Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”

She shoots me a seductive glance over her shoulder, batting her thick eyelashes like she’s oh-so innocent.

As the tempo of the song speeds up, so do her dance moves.

I’m riding a knife’s edge, and if she doesn’t fucking stop…that’s a story I really don’t need in the media.

I might not have paid attention to anyone else in this club, but it would be naive of me to think I hadn’t been spotted, that people haven’t taken photos of us together.

My stomach knots at the thought of thrusting Sienna into that part of my life and the media that surrounds it.

“We should get out of here,” I shout in her ear so she can hear me over the music.

“Soon,” she calls back before resting her head on my shoulder.

She closes her eyes, and together we move in time with the music.

It’s the most at peace I’ve ever been while surrounded by hundreds of people.

Forgetting about everything, I lose myself in the moment with her.

I lose track of time; it could be ten minutes or two hours later when Sienna finally blinks up at me, her eyes bleary and exhausted.

“Take me home.”

Fucking hell. Have I ever heard three sweeter words?

“Whatever you want, darlin’.”

I take her hand, and, with my sights set on the exit, I tug her along with me.

It’s not until we’re outside and waiting for the car I called on the way out that I realize I didn’t even give her a chance to say goodbye to her friends.