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Evie. He whispered in her ear and she made a drinking motion to me. I gave her a thumbs up and she was off with a quick glance back, mouthing, “Fuck yeah.”
    I was about to head to the bar as well to get a drink when one of my favorite dancing songs came on. I fell into a rhythm, finding my zone. I hoped I looked like a high-class stripper, but I didn’t care too much because I was feeling the music, feeling powerful, sexy. I made a sultry turn and opened my eyes, immediately finding Mr. Sex Eyes. I paused for a minute in shock until he raised an eyebrow as if he was asking, What are you waiting for? .
    The powerful rush of sexiness heightened, adding to my excitement causing a tightness in my chest and a lightheaded feeling. I closed my eyes and began to dance. I no longer danced just for myself, I could tell. I could feel his eyes on me caressing my skin, or at least I imagined they were. Let’s be honest, he could have moved away while my eyes were closed, but I liked the illusion that I was dancing for someone. That they were watching me. Hmm, maybe I had a bit of an exhibitionist streak in me.
    One song turned into two and two into three. I never looked back over for fear that he would be gone. I didn’t want to lose this feeling. My breathing came fast, not only from the dancing, but from the excitement. I could feel myself getting turned on, experiencing a rush I didn’t ever want to end.
    I swayed my hips low and rose back up when a large hand softly squeezed my waist as another pushed my hair over my right shoulder.
    “I almost didn’t come over because you looked like you were enjoying yourself so much, but after such a show, how could I resist?” His deep voice vibrated through me, so close I could feel his lips brush against my ear.
    I wasn’t going to look, but a part of me had to check if it was him and not some random man coming up to me. I slowed down a bit and turned my head, looking at him out of the corner of my eye. Hot damn, up close he was even better than expected. The darkness made it hard to confirm but I thought his eyes were blue. His lips had that same smirk as earlier.
    “By all means, don’t let me stop you. I just want to participate now.” He placed his other hand on my hip and pulled me back so I was right up against him. Instantly I could feel how much he enjoyed my show. I couldn’t help myself, I leaned back and subtly rubbed myself against him. I wasn’t sure what I was trying to communicate with that move, but I became unstoppable at that point. “Come on, let’s play. Dance for me, beautiful.”
    And so we danced. I began to shamelessly grind on him as his fingers squeezed my hips. When I raised my arms above my head, he slid his hands up, over my waist, my ribs, and lightly brushed the sides of my breasts, continuing a path up my arms, clasping my hands and pulling them down and behind his neck. He turned his head and softly brushed his lips against the inside of my wrist. Everything he did was erotic.
    I couldn’t really say if he was a good dancer because I wasn’t sure we were actually dancing. We were locked together and swaying to the beat, my body pressed against his as I caressed my ass against his pelvis. At one point, he leaned down and brushed his lips from my shoulder, up my neck, and to my ear. He didn’t kiss me, just lightly pressed his lips to my skin and dragged them up, murmuring, “Fuck me, you are killing me.” He finished it with a small nip to my earlobe, making me gasp.
    He grabbed my hips and turned me around. We stood face to face and, holy hell , that added a whole new level of reality to the situation. My eyes immediately locked on his as he brought his forehead down to mine, all the while keeping eye contact. Then he closed his eyes and just stayed there. I didn’t know what to do so I continued staring, taking his features in.
    He was older than me, but I could only tell because of the deeper grooves around his eyes and mouth. I found