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them endearing, making him look as though he laughed a lot in life.
    His eyes opened and his hand slid up my body, around my neck and then we were kissing. His soft lips gently caressed mine, applying minimal pressure, lingering before hesitantly pressing in for more. His facial hair tickled my lips, when instead, I wanted it to roughly abrade my skin and leave a mark of his possession. It was a slow kiss, as if was testing the waters to see if I would shove him away.
    Umm … I didn’t freaking think so !
    I wanted to make it clear that I wasn’t planning on pushing him away so I wrapped my arms under his and around his back, pulling us tighter. Raising up on my tip toes, I increased the intensity of this kiss. He groaned as his lips began to devour mine. His hand was on my back crushing my breasts into his chest. His tongue brushed against my lips and I opened for him to enter. The kiss became passionate and desperate as our breathing became heavy with our unwillingness to stop for air.
    His hand moved from my back down to my bare thigh. He groaned and wedged one of his legs between mine, slightly pulling my left thigh up his. We broke the kiss, but he left his forehead against mine staring with heat and want in his eyes as our gasping breaths mixed.
    The dancing grew heated, his hand moving higher and higher up my leg with each song, causing the short part of my skirt to slide up with it. The tips of his fingers rested on the back of my thigh and dangerously close to my underwear.
    He leaned down and kissed the side of my gasping mouth, moving slowly down to where my neck met my shoulder and then back up again to my ear.
    “Tell me to stop,” he said as his hand travelled closer to the outside of my panties.
    I looked him in the eye, daring him to push it all the way. His fingers gently rubbed back and forth along seam of my underwear. He added pressure, beginning to move them aside and then stopped, awaiting my answer.
    “No,” I said without hesitation. I didn’t care that we were in public surrounded by strangers. I was in a bubble with this man and I was a powerful, sexual being with him and nothing would stop me from this.
    Closing his eyes, he groaned as he pushed my panties to the side and rubbed at my entrance. With my thigh hiked up by his arm I was completely open. Using two fingers he lightly rubbed my opening before sliding them up to my clit.
    “Fuck, you’re wet,” he said on a tortured moan.
    I responded with a shy, Cheshire cat smile that immediately disappeared when he began pushing two fingers into my pussy.
    “Oh, God,” I groaned.
    He smirked and moved his fingers in and out, stopping every once in a while to run them across and around my clit. The awkward angle and lack of mobility did nothing to diminish the excitement of being in a public place with a man I didn’t know.
    He leaned down to my ear. “My name’s Jack by the way. Make sure you say that for me when this sweet pussy of yours starts coming.”
    And with those obscene words, I came. The pressure that had been building exploded throughout my body, expanding a warmth into my chest. With tingling hands I held onto him for support and moaned his name close to his ear. The pleasure felt endless as I throbbed around him, but it ended all too soon.
    I tried to regulate my breathing after he released my leg, but he still held me close. My eyes opened to see a satisfied, cocky smile tilting his lips. Keeping eye contact, he brought his right hand up to his mouth and began to lick his fingers. As his eyes glittered triumph, I almost came again. I was sure my face showed a mixture of shock and pleading to “please fuck me.”
    “Come.” He grabbed my hand and began pulling me off the dance floor.
    And so I followed him. Because I would do anything to come for this man again.

Chapter Three
Earned It - The Weeknd
    W e made our way down the narrow hallway, toward the back of the building. The masses of people thinned out the further