Free Just One Night. Part 1 by Elle Casey Page A

taking her other hand at my chest.
    “Hello,” I say, not sure I ever knew her name.
    The woman looks at Jennifer with barely concealed annoyance. “Hello. I’m Ingrid. William and I work near one another in the same building.”
    “Oh. Hi.” Jennifer smiles and then glances up at me.
    I suppose I’m expected to speak now. “Good to see you, Ingrid. Enjoy your evening.” I nod once and then take a strategic step backwards, moving Jennifer out and away from her as quickly as possible.
    Jennifer melds onto me like cling film. “Sorry in advance,” she says.
    “What are you going to be sorry for?” I ask, swirling her around the four corners of the dance floor. She’s so busy worrying about her apology, she doesn’t notice that we’re in perfect synch and have admirers staring from nearby tables.
    “For all the times I’m going to step on your toes.”
    “Nonsense,” I say, staring out over her head, “you’re a natural. My toes have never felt more secure than in your care.”
    She laughs. “Is that woman someone you’ve gone out with before?”
    I look down at her. “Whatever gave you that impression? I tried so hard to express my disinterest.” I sigh with exaggerated pain and look back out over her head. “I’m quite disappointed that it didn’t work. My technique must really need improvement since apparently Ingrid doesn’t read my signals well either. She’s been hounding me in the lift for months.”
    “Maybe she thinks you’re just playing hard to get.”
    We move between other couples in perfect rhythm with the music. All those ridiculous dance lessons my mother forced on me as a child are finally paying off. I wish she were still alive so I could thank her.
    “I am hard to get,” I say. “It’s not an act.”
    “That’s why you answered my ad,” Jennifer says, her expression and tone going sober.
    “Exactly,” I say. “It was very no-nonsense. It suited me very well.”
    She nods and then looks out at the other couples. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” she says.
    “You are quite good, just as I expected you to be. You’re very light on your feet.”
    She smiles up at me, but the sparkle is gone from her eyes.
    “Are you all right?” I ask. “Not getting seasick are you?”
    “No. Why would I get seasick?”
    “All the turning. The champagne caused such a strange reaction, at this juncture I am prepared for anything where you’re concerned.”
    “Just like a scout, right?”
    I hold up two fingers. “At your service.”
    We continue the dance in silence, and at some point, Jennifer rests her cheek near my shoulder. I pull her in closer and bend over so I can inhale the intoxicating scent coming off her skin. It’s musky and sweet and something entirely feminine that doesn’t come from a bottle. I twirl her around, reveling in the fairytale-like atmosphere, the warmth, and the feeling of her ample, soft breasts pressing into my chest. I should give Ms. Meechum a bonus on Monday. A small one.
    My hand drifts lower and I rest the edge of my smallest finger in the cleft of Jennifer’s backside. Am I imagining her arching her lower back just a fraction, inviting me to do more? A vision of taking her from behind bursts into my mind, and my attempts at fighting it off do not work a bit. I’ve gone hard as stone again, and I worry that it will frighten her off.
    I try to pull away, but she holds me tighter. And then she pushes her hips into me. My pulse begins to hammer away in my veins. She releases the softest of moans that vibrates in my chest. Stone the crows, she knows she’s got me aflame and she likes it. She’s encouraging it.
    A groan escapes me as my cock throbs with the need to be buried deep inside her. Thankfully the sound is muffled by her neck and hair. The softness of her dress offering little resistance to my gentle thrusts only makes my situation worse. It’s a terrible tease. I’m ready to throw her down on the floor and take her