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a hand around the back of his neck, andpulled him to me. He moved willingly, bending down and smiling just before our lips met. The kiss was both the perfect kind of soft and the perfect kind of hard, with the scotch warming his lips against mine. He groaned a little when I opened my mouth and let him in, and the vibration set me on fire. I wanted to feel every one of his sounds.
    “You taste like sugar. What’s your name?” he asked.
    With that, I felt my first real pulse of panic. “No names.”
    He pulled back to look at me, eyebrows inching up. “What’ll I call you?”
    “What you’ve been calling me.”
    “Petal?”
    I nodded.
    “And what’ll you call me when you’re about to come?” He gave me another small kiss.
    My heart jerked hard in my chest at the thought. “I don’t think it matters what I call you, does it?”
    Shrugging, he conceded, “I don’t suppose so.”
    I took his hand, brought it to my hip. “I’ve been the only person to give myself an orgasm for the past year.” Moving his fingers to the edge of my dress, I whispered, “Can you change that?”
    I could feel his smile against my mouth when he bent to kiss me again. “You’re serious.”
    The idea of giving myself to this man in this darkcorner scared me a little, though not enough to change my mind. “I’m serious.”
    “You’re trouble.”
    “I promise you, I’m not.”
    He pulled back just enough to examine my eyes. Back and forth his gaze moved until his eyes curved into that amused smile. “The fact that you have no idea how you come off . . .”
    He turned me, pressed my front to the edge of the glass wall so I was looking over the balcony at the mass of churning bodies below. Strobe lights pulsed down from iron beams that extended across the club just in front of me, lighting the floor beneath while keeping our upstairs corner virtually black. Steam began to blow up from vents in the dance floor, covering the partiers up to their shoulders; waves broke out in the surface as they moved through it.
    My stranger’s fingertips teased at the back edge of my dress, and then he lifted it, slid a hand down the back of my underwear, over my backside and between my legs to where I positively ached for him. Even the vulnerable position didn’t embarrass me as I arched back into his hand, already lost.
    “You’re drenched, sweetheart. What’s it you like? The idea that we’re doing this here? Or that I watched you think about fucking me while you danced?”
    I didn’t say anything, too afraid of what the answermight be, but I gasped when he slid a long finger inside me. Thoughts of what I should do blurred along the edges as I thought about boring Sara in Chicago. Predictable Sara who always did what everyone expected of her. I didn’t want to be that person anymore. I wanted to be reckless and wild and young. I wanted to live for myself for the first time in my life.
    “You’re a tiny little thing, but when you’re slippery like this, I’m quite sure you could easily take those three fingers.” He laughed into a kiss he pressed to the back of my neck as a broad fingertip circled my clit, teasing and slow.
    “Please,” I whispered. I had no idea if he could hear me. His face was pressed to my hair, and I could feel his cock pressed to the side of my hip, but other than that, I was unaware of anything beyond his long finger sliding back into me.
    “Your skin is amazing. Particularly here.” He kissed my shoulder. “Did you know the back of your neck is perfect?”
    I turned, smiled up at him. His eyes were wide open and clear, and when they met mine, they curved into a smile. I’d never looked someone so closely in the eye when they were touching me like this and something about this man, and this night, and this city, made me immediately sure this was the best decision I’d ever made.
    Dear New York, You are brilliant. Love, Sara.
    P.S. This is definitely not the alcohol talking.
    “I don’t have many