A Summer Affair

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Chapter 4

___ Owen POV ___

We were on the dance floor, my hand never leaving her hips. She is incredibly attractive, so I'm savoring every moment we have together. I just know that this is going to be the best holiday I've ever had, so I'm going to take my time enjoying this beautiful woman in front of me. Especially since I only have two weeks, and on top of that, my grandfather (aka Popps) has been riding my ass to get a degree in business management and finance. When I get back, I'm going to have to put my music and band aside and focus on that because Popps is not as agile as he used to be. The loss of my parents has added to his years.

My thoughts are abruptly brought back to reality when the goddess in my arms turns around, her glorious derriere rubbing against my member. I kiss her shoulder and move up to the crook of her neck. She smells absolutely delicious, and I love the way she responds to my touch. As we sway to the music, a familiar song starts playing. It's 'I Gotta Feeling' by the Black Eyed Peas.

I nibble her ear before I start singing along to parts of the song.

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"I got a feeling

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

A feeling (woo-hoo)

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good, good night"

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I pull her closer against me, my hand on her stomach and the other sliding around to fully grab hold of her glorious peach as she rocks herself back against me.

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"Fill up my cup, mazel tov

Look at her dancin', just take it, off (a fee-)

Let's paint the town, we'll shut it down

Let's burn the roof, and then we'll do it again

Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it

And do it, and do it, let's live it up

And do it, and do it, and do it, do it, do it

Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it

'Cause I gotta feeling (woo-hoo)

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

A feeling (woo-hoo)

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good, good night (a fee-)"

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I remove my hand from her ass and glide it along her hip, up her side, taking hold of her breast. I pinch her pebbled n*pple between my thumb and forefinger, causing her to moan and throw her head back. Lowering my head, I kiss the crook of her neck again, this time leaving my mark in the form of a beautiful hickey.

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"Here we come, here we go, we gotta rock

Easy come, easy go, now we are on top

Feel the shot, body rock, rock it, don't stop

Round and round, up and down, around the clock

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday (do it)

Friday, Saturday, Saturday to Sunday (do it)

Get, get, get, get, get with us, you know what we say (say)

Party every day, p-p-p-party every day

And I'm feeling (woo-hoo)

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna be a good, good night"

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I eagerly thrust my hips forward at the mention of the word 'Party,' in the lyrics, as it immediately brings to mind the particular party that I have in mind.

She bites her lip to suppress her moan. Grabbing her hips, I spin her around, locking eyes with her as I pull her lip from between her teeth with my thumb.

"Only I can bite these luscious lips of yours," I say, my voice raspy and filled with desire. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into a passionate kiss. I respond with equal passion, using the kiss to convey my newfound feelings for her. We devour each other, her leg lifting to draw me closer. With one hand on her bum and the other on the nape of her head, I deepen the kiss. I'm not sure how long we go on like this, but the next song catches the attention of my beautiful A. Wait, did I just say 'my' then I've clearly made a decision that she is mine. I wonder how she will feel about that. Although she wants this to be over in two weeks, I'm not sure if that timeframe is enough for me. Nevertheless, I have the next two weeks to try and convince her.

The next song that played was 'Padam Padam' by Kylie Minogue. As she sang along, her eyes burned like a fire with her desire, and her hands ran up and down my body. Her touch was electrifying. She settled her one hand on my left peck and the center of my chest, every time the song had a 'padam' she tapped her fingers to the beat imitating the rhythm of my heartbeat. She never once broke eye contact with me. It was as if every word she sang came from her own thoughts and feelings.

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"Padam

Padam

Padam

You look like fun to me (padam)

You look a little like somebody I know (padam)

And I can tell you how this ends (padam)

I'll be in your head all weekend (padam)

Shivers and butterflies (padam)

I get the shivers when I look into your eyes (padam)

And I can tell that you're all in (padam)

'Cause I can hear your heart beatin'

Padam

Padam

Padam, padam

I hear it and I know

Padam, padam

I know you wanna take me home

Padam

And get to know me close

Padam, padam

When your heart goes

Padam, padam

I hear it and I know

Padam, padam

I know you wanna take me home

Padam

And take off all my clothes

Padam, padam

When your heart goes

Padam

This place is crowdin' up

I think it's time for you to take me out this club

And we don't need to use our words

Wanna see what's underneath that T-shirt

Shivers and cold champagne

I get the shivers every time you say my name

And I can tell that you're all in (all in)

'Cause I can hear your heart beatin' (padam)

'Cause I can hear your heart beatin' (padam)

Padam, padam

I hear it and I know

Padam, padam

I know you wanna take me home

Padam (ah-ah)

And get to know me close

Padam, padam

When your heart goes (ah-ah)

Padam, padam

I hear it and I know

Padam, padam

I know you wanna take me home

Padam

And take off all my clothes (take off all my)

Padam, padam

When your heart goes

Padam"

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The song changed, and she stood on her tiptoes, leaning in close to whisper in my ear. Her warm breath brushed against the shell as she spoke.

"I wanna see what's underneath that T-shirt. Come take me 'home' and you can take off all my clothes," she teased, playfully biting my earlobe. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't resist anymore. Without hesitation, I lifted her up and threw her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She erupted with laughter and playfully slapped my butt, saying, "Kiddy up horsey!" We both laughed as I ran back to the hotel, carrying her with me.

Upon reaching the lobby, I stopped and put her down, knowing she may not appreciate being carried like that in public. Pulling her into a hug, I whisper, "I've never wanted someone as badly as I want you." She looks at me, her eyes sparkling, and says, "So show me how badly you want me." I growl like a damn animal and whisk her into the hotel elevator, where our butler is already waiting. However, knowing I wanted to start our evening there, I simply extended my hand and said "Key." He hands me the key card. As soon as I have the key in hand, I motion for the butler to step out. He's a smart man and exits the steel cubicle.

Before the doors closed completely, I Pinned her against the elevator wall, her bottom in my hands and her legs wrapped around my waist,

Her bikini-covered dripping honeypot pressed against my shorts-covered bulge. My mouth explored hers, my hips thrusting every so often, causing her to moan into my mouth. When the doors opened, I pulled her toward me, away from the wall, and carried her to our room. The key card was ready, pinched between my fingers as my hands still groped her fine behind. The card came close enough to the door sensor for it to register, and then she took a hand and pressed the handle down. I kicked the door closed behind us, walked straight to the main bedroom, and fumblingly threw her onto the bed, awkwardly landing on top of her. We both burst out in laughter.

a hint of embarrassment in my voice as I speak.

"I'm so eager to have you that I've lost my finesse. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" She looks at me, shaking her head. "No, you didn't hurt me. And I like the clumsy you. I think it's... cute." Did she just call me cute? I raise an eyebrow, my body still atop hers, leaning on my elbows to avoid crushing her beneath me. "Cute? Did you just call me cute?" I ask, putting on a false display of annoyance. She shrugs and replies, "Maybe." I squint my eyes at her and begin tickling her. She laughs and squeals, attempting to squirm away from my merciless tickling. Between gasps for air and laughter, she manages to say, "Sorry. I'm sorry, darling." Oh, she had me at darling. Now I'm putty in her hands, though I'm not sure she realizes it. I cease my tickling and instead begin tracing feather-light strokes along her body. In her struggles, her dress had moved up to her waist, exposing the lower half of her body from her pierced belly button, down. She is magnificent. Unlike the toned gym-goers, she is more like the soft and squishy bookworm—a thought she might kill me for having, but I love it. Oh, how I want to engage in a librarian scenario with her in a pair of glasses. The thought causes me to groan, and my arousal twitches. "You are gorgeous, beautiful A," I breathe out, my voice lower than I've ever heard it before.