Free One Dance (The Club, #7) by Lexi Buchanan Page A

when the band ‘Deception’ did a gig here. Totally amazing band, and I’m hoping Ruben manages to talk them into coming back for a night.
    “I love this place,” Talya shouts into my ear, startling me by shoving a drink into my hand. “Smile.” She bumps into me with her hip.
    I laugh. Instead of bumping hips, she nearly knocked the drink I’m holding down me.
    She rolls her eyes.
    Taking my glass from me, and along with hers, she dumps them on someone else’s table before grabbing my wrist. She drags me onto the dance floor to the heavy beat of the music.
    I’ve no idea what’s playing as I’m so out of date with music. I’m partial to Ed Sheeran, but I like whatever is on, it’s really good and has a good rhythm to it.
    The crush of bodies surrounding us helps me shake loose any lingering thoughts of Ramon.
    I raise my arms into the air and, closing my eyes, I throw my head back and let the music overtake me. Let it caress over my skin as I move to the beat.
    Not sure how many songs I’ve lost myself into, I freeze when I feel hands on my hips. My eyes snap open and I’m captured in the angry ones of one of the men I’m trying to get out of my head, Eric.
    He drags me closer to his body, slipping a leg between mine. My dress creeps up but stays covering my ass when his large hands clamp down on each ass cheek.
    I grab hold of his shoulders for balance, and so I don’t end up a puddle at his feet.
    The music has gotten my blood flowing, but being so close to an aroused Eric is causing the blood in my veins to overheat. And aroused he is.
    There’s no mistaking the length of his cock throbbing against my hip as he rubs against me with our movements.
    I’ve never danced with anyone the way I am with him. His hands keep me riding his thigh, and my fingers twitch to reach down to grasp his hard dick. Instead, I slide my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and bring my chest flush with his.
    My nipples are hard, aching tips, which he’ll feel now that I’m rubbing against him. I’ve never been so aroused while dancing before, and Eric has me ready to orgasm.
    With each movement, our groins rub together, and it wouldn’t surprise me if Eric couldn’t feel my wetness through his jeans as my pussy rides him. It’s been so long for me since I had sex, and something tells me sex with Eric will be like nothing I’ve experienced before.
    What am I thinking—contemplating?
    I pull my chest away from him and try to bring much needed space between us, but one look into his eyes stops me from going anywhere. It’s a look I’ve never seen reflected toward me before, and I’m not sure I’m strong enough to walk away.
    Eric brings me back against him, and growls into my ear, “I’ve tried keeping my hands off you.” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth.
    I gasp in pleasure as my arousal floods my thong.
    “I’ve been watching you since I spotted you lost in your own world. I couldn’t help wondering what it’d feel like having you dancing on my cock.”
    He shouldn’t be talking to me like this. Like he wants nothing more than to find a dark corner to fuck me. Ugh—that image. I try to close my legs, forgetting his is between mine, and see his knowing smile when he feels me clamping down against him.
    “Let me take care of you.” He rubs his chest against the twin peaks of my breasts.
    I can’t pretend that I don’t want him since the evidence is speaking for itself. It’s been a few years since I last had sex, and I’m not that far gone that I don’t realize tonight with Eric would be a one-time deal. I’m not promiscuous, but I have had one or two one-night stands when I was in college.
    The sensuous feel of having a virile male body, hot and hard against mine is playing with my common sense because I want to say yes. I want to go some place with Eric and let him fuck me senseless. Something tells me he fucks like he goes about his daily business—full speed.
    Feeling my back hit a