Advanced Seduction (Straight, Romance) Read Free

were inches away from each other and her heart pounded with the closeness. “Um… hi.”
    He smiled, his lips pulling back from bright teeth. She remembered when she wondered what it would feel like to kiss his lips. And now they were so close it would take only a moment to reach over.
    Embarrassed by her thoughts, she tried to back away, but someone bumped into her. She was pushed forward and she inhaled to avoid crushing her breasts against his chest. Their lips almost brushed and an intense wave of heat exploded along her body before pooling in the space between her legs.
    He looked sheepish. “Sorry,” he said but she couldn’t hear the words over the volume of the music. He started to say something, but then closed his mouth with a frustrated look. Straightening, he peered over the heads of the dancers.
    Christina struggled with her lusts. He was touching her, just a light pressure on her wrist, but sparkles of pleasure radiated from the contact. She trembled, not wanting the moment to end, but also terrified of what would come next.
    Mr. Roberts lowered himself and gestured toward one the walls that blocked the noise of the dance floor from the tables. He leaned forward, a soft scuff of his stubble brushing along her cheek as he yelled into her ear. “… a beer!?”
    She stared at him in shock. Mr. Roberts wanted to have a drink with her? She felt the heat exploding from inside her, her clit throbbing from a sudden flash of excitement. Gulping, she nodded sharply.
    His fingers wrapped around her wrist, not holding but guiding, as he tugged her toward the quieter parts.
    She followed meekly, struggling with the pounding in her heart. She was beating faster than the music and the blouse she wore felt suffocating around her chest. Glancing down, she saw her nipples peeking through the fabric and blushed hotly.
    As soon as they pulled out of the crowds, Mr. Roberts relaxed his grip and her sweat-slicked wrist slipped from his fingers.
    She held her breath as she stared at his hand, the fingers held open as he was offering to take her own. She trembled as she lifted her hand back into his grip, slipping her fingers along his own and clenching.
    He gave her a smile that almost knocked her knees out from underneath her. Tugging lightly, he pulled her to the far end of the bar, past the tall tables filled with chatting twenty-somethings, to the booths at the end. “Is this okay?”
    Christina nodded dumbly and slid along the cracked vinyl bench. For a moment, she thought he would join her, but Mr. Roberts slipped across from her.
    “I haven’t been here in a while. It’s louder than I remember. You can drink now, right? You’re twenty-one?”
    She stared at him in shock.
    He tapped his finger on the table.
    Christina had a flash of him glaring from his desk at her. She gulped and nodded. “Yes, I’m… twenty-one. Sorry, Mr. Roberts—”
    “Dave.”
    She jerked. “What?”
    “You aren’t in school, Chrissy. Dave will work.” He favored her with a smile that sent bolts of pleasure straight to her pussy.
    Clamping her legs together, she gulped and nodded.
    “Besides, what are you sorry about? You haven’t done anything wrong.”
    She stammered for a moment.
    When a waitress came by, she let out a sigh of relief as Dave focused on the woman to order beers for both of them. Christina noticed that he was buying the best the club had, though that wasn’t saying much.
    “My treat, by the way. I know what it’s like being a starving college kid.”
    She giggled nervously. “I’m not that starving.”
    His eyes scanned her body. She watched the flicker of the bright blue eyes.
    For a moment, she was naked before him. She inhaled until she realized her breasts were rising up against her dress, tenting the fabric of her blouse. She inhaled sharply, then blushed hotly. Struggling to find some way to save herself, she tried not to think about the moisture gathering against her sex.
    “No,” he said with a smile,