Free Love Again by Christina Marie Page B

bottle, don’t mind her she’s just fan girl’ing for a minute.” I slid closer to her, “Here, have a seat.” I patted the bench.  Then I elbowed Corrina, she blinked rapidly and mumbled, “sorry”.
    Dominique put the two bottles of beer he was carrying on the table then sat beside me and extended his muscular arm behind me.  “This your first time here?” he asked us. 
    Corrina nodded her head quickly, “She’s had a shit day and everywhere we went was filled with love birds.”
    “Shut up!” I yelled at her then covered my face with my hands. 
    “God, I’m making an idiot out of myself.  I’m going to go find the restroom.” Before I could stop her from leaving she was out of the booth and disappeared amongst the crowd. 
    “That bad of a day huh?  I would think making the big sale you made would put you in a better mood.” Dominique said.
    I turned and looked at him, those lips…oh god those lips were so full and were the most kissable looking lips I had ever laid eyes on.  “It’s just some things going on in my personal life.  I’m sorry if I was unprofessional today, I probably should have let one of my colleagues show you the house.”
    He licked his lips they shined with wetness.  “I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry that it was you that did the showing.” He said never taking his eyes off of mine.  Then he looked at my lips, and licked his again.  My heart was beating harder, butterflies swarmed my stomach and my pussy clenched at the thought of his lips on me. I closed my eyes and shook my head before looking away.  Dominique leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I feel it too, we can either do something about it or try and ignore it.” His hot breath against my skin sent waves of goose bumps over my skin. 
    “I can’t.” I whispered.
    He caressed the back of my neck with a feather light touch of his fingers, “I know what you found out today.  Trust me baby that motherfucker doesn’t deserve to be breathing the same air as you do.  He doesn’t deserve to get to touch this beautiful creamy skin, he shouldn’t get to run his fingers through this beautiful hair…”
    I whipped my head and looked at him, “How do you know?” I asked a little louder than I should have.  He hadn’t moved so our faces were so close I could feel his breath against my lips, if he moved in just a fraction our lips would be touching.  I leaned back, “Dominique, how do you know about that?” my eyes started to burn with tears. 
    He leaned back and grabbed his beer and took a drink.  His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed.  “Let’s go dance.”
    “No, tell me how you know!”
    “I will.” He stood up from the booth and held his hand out to me. 
    I hesitated for a few seconds, “Fine.” I said with a sigh. 
    ‘Promiscuous’ started playing when we reached the dance floor.  Dominique was so tall he towered over most of the crowd and his broad shoulders made him look like a massive wall in front of me.  Couples were grinding around us and pushed me right into his solid chest.  He put his hands on my hips effectively stopping me from pulling away from him.  I looked up at him and inhaled when I felt his thumbs caress the skin of my back above the waistband of my jeans.  My nipples tightened, if I didn’t get away from him I would end up throwing myself at this man.  I quickly turned to try and walk away but he stopped me and pulled me against him, may back against his solid chest.  “I know because I’ve seen them together.  Her name is Jill, her dad is the mayor of Mackinac Island she moved to New York a few years ago to try and become a model.  She was successful for a few years until she got into heavy drugs.  I’m not sure when her and Justin started sleeping together but I can tell you he’s into the heavy shit that she puts in front of him.  They’ve been to numerous red carpet events that I’ve attended and parties that I’ve held while there.  I