The club was noisy, but not so much that you couldn’t hear the person next to you. It was another reason she’d chosen this particular club. It seemed classier than some of the others. That, and it wasn’t marketed to college students. Most of the people present were in their twenties and early thirties, but the club didn’t give off that sorority/fraternity vibe.
“Are you having a good time?” Megan asked.
He took a drink of his coke and leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “I can’t believe you’re asking me that.”
She ran a hand along his thigh, and this time he didn’t stop her. “Well, I didn’t want to assume . . .”
Paul shocked her when he grabbed hold of her wrist and placed her hand over his crotch. He was hard and pulsing against her palm.
Megan swallowed and met his heated gaze. “
