
“You wanna dance?”
For a moment, I thought my ears were deceiving me and wondered if Reggie was mixing in another song behind Cuff It, but Reina’s smiling face behind whoever I had been dancing with, told me it was, in fact, him.
I turned away my dance partner, ignoring the look of disappointment on his face, and greeted my birthday wish. His dark eyes set me on fire. His bad boy swag and resolute expression were everything I wanted tonight. I nodded at him and was surprised when he reached in for my hand and pulled me toward the middle of the floor. On instinct, everyone seemed to part away to allow us a place in the middle of the dance floor, even as their bodies still rocked and gyrated to the music. He pulled me into his hard body, and with little hesitancy, I reached up and drew my arms around his neck as I felt his large palms press against the arch of my back. His action brought us in tighter to each other, increasing my desire. I caught a glimpse of little miss mama, who earlier had been chopping it up in his face, but refused to give her any more attention since I was getting at least part of what I wanted. Instead, I focused on him and allowed my eyes to drift closed, inhaled a deep breath of his earthy masculine cologne against his neck and weathered leather from his jacket, and felt the passion unravel inside of me. He pulled me to the sway of his body, moving me around like the weight of my body was of no consequence, and my vivid imagination conjured images of how we’d look if he pushed, pulled, opened, and thrust himself inside of me with just as much ease. He controlled me right now, and it made me think of his name. Reign. King. The leader and the servant. He commanded me to his will, and I obeyed. It was just a dance, but it was all I wanted right now. Just anything to make me feel alive and seen by him. As the music took over and synced our movements, I felt his hard dick press against my stomach and gasped. My eyes opened, and sought his. He was watching me, waiting for my reaction. The ball’s in your court, girl.
I pressed back against him as an answer. Rocking my hips so that I caressed the thick girth of him inconspicuously in case anyone might be watching. I felt his groan build from his chest before the sound caressed my ears. He leaned down and whispered in it. “Keep it up, and I’ll fuck you in one of these broken-down rooms.”
I pulled away from his chest and looked back at him. With the boldness, I had waited for, I asked him, “You promise?”
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