Nick realized Grier was far more sober than she’d been when they’d run into Kash near the washrooms nearly two hours ago, but she was still feeling exceptionally good. His heart felt light and happy as he swayed to the slow song the band was playing.
Her head was resting on his chest, and she was smiling up at him.
“What are you thinking, beautiful?” he questioned her as he brushed her hair off her sweaty forehead. She’d been dancing up a storm.
“How much I want to suck your cock.”
His feet suddenly were unable to keep the rhythm, and he stumbled, “Grier, honey.”
“Nick. We need to get out of here soon. I’m in your arms and all I can think about is how good you taste and how much I want you inside me. I want you in my mouth and in my pu—”
He covered her mouth with his palm, his eyes l
