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body and I begin to move. Luke, seems taken aback for just a moment, but quickly finds my rhythm and moves right along with me. I throw my arm back behind me and wrap it around his neck. He seems to enjoy my move; his breathing gets labored and I feel him harden behind me, as he presses into my lower back.
    Not yet. Still too early.
    It makes me hot that it took so little to turn him on, but I’m not done dancing. I have a goal to make him want me so bad he hurts; call me sick and twisted, I don’t care. I feel powerful when they get to that point—the point of no return—and I will rock his fucking world. Not the other way around.
    I continue letting the music guide my every move, and eventually feel him nibble on my ear lobe.
    Nope. Still too soon.
    I swing around to face him, taking away the easy access to my ears. I see frustration lurking in his eyes, but the heat is there, too. Oh, yeah the heat is there . I move a little bit away and fling my arms up, moving in time to the music and lift my hair off of my shoulders, seductively holding it up. Letting my hair drop, I lean in close to his ear, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
    He nods his head and says, “You’d better.” I wink at him, turn and strut to the table where I down two more Jell-O shots.
    I spot Mac talking to Sean, still with a smile on her face. I walk over and whisper, “Don’t wait up for me.” I don’t wait for a response and make my way back to Luke.
    He looks surprised when I sidle back up against him. “You came back.”
    “I said I’d be right back, didn’t I?” I don’t wait for him to answer as I sweep in and lick his lips, pulling back a little to gauge his reaction. If he wanted me before, he sure as hell wants me even more now. A song comes on that I love, and my hips begin to sway. It draws his eyes right to them and he settles his hands on each side. I inch closer to him and close my eyes, letting the music take over and guide my movements. I’m beginning to feel pretty good. I’m still completely aware of my surroundings and in control, but I’m feeling a very good buzz.
    I open my eyes and find him staring directly at me. He leans in and whispers, “God, I want you so bad.”
    “I know, I can tell.” I say mischievously. To make sure he knows I’m completely aware of his state of want, I take my hand and rub him through his jeans. His eyes widen and he throws his head back. When his head comes back down he says, through hooded eyes, “Who are you, and where have you been all my life?”
    Now. It’s time.
    “I’m the girl that’s going to rock your world.” His eyes widen at my brazen words. Leaning into him, I capture his mouth with my own, giving him a small taste of what’s to come. He’s a good kisser and he give’s right back. I take the plunge and dip my tongue into his mouth. He’s minty fresh, with a hint of vodka. I pull away, asking, “Where’s your room?”
    His eyes shine bright and he immediately leads me up a staircase. The moment we’re at the top of the stairs, we’re back to kissing as he leads us into a room, barely getting the door slammed before he’s unbuttoning his shirt. I yank my shirt off and unbutton my shorts stepping out of them. I watch as his shirt comes off and take a moment to admire his physique. He yanks off his pants as I begin to pull off my boots when he stops me, “Leave them on.”
    I smile and yank off my cami, standing in only my bra and thong. He pauses, looking at me, and says, “God, you are so fucking hot!” I smile, strut over to him and push him roughly on the bed.
    “So here’s how this is going to work. You’re going lay there, and I’m going to take control, and you’re going to love every minute of it.”
    He begins to speak, “You don’t want me to…” I quickly cover his mouth with mine to shut him up, hovering over him. No. I’m in control, not you.
    I yank his boxer briefs down with his help, and pull a condom out of my boot. He