Taking a long drink, she let her eyes wander to Trick. He was peering at her, and damn he looked proud of himself. She wanted to ask him if they could leave because she desperately wanted to feel him inside her.
But… this was her first clubbing experience and could be her last for all she knew. The last thing she wanted to do was be the party pooper who cut the night short.
Shoving her glass to the table, she boosted up to sit in his lap. But as she tipped her chin up toward him, she heard his groan of satisfaction like he liked this position and from the lump in his jeans under her a*s, she’d guess he was having thoughts of his own.
Except he wasn’t asking to go home to be with her, so she’d just have to accept this desire as part of the night, and it would lead to an explosive union…
