Chapter Two

Her fingers slid up each side of his shirt, her manicured nails sending thrills up his spine, before her hands came together behind his neck. He smirked. This one was perfect. She worked fast. His hands found her hips and she swayed them saucily under his fingers. Bram fell into the music, surprising her as he took the lead. They rolled their hips together in a motion as old as time. He stepped into her, forcing her to trust him as her torso bent back, revealing her delicious belly. He held her in one hand, letting the other trail her body from nape to navel. Bram tugged gently on the sexy piercing at her belly. He brought her back up to move in unison with him, enjoying the feel of her body pressed against his.

They slowed as the song ended and her eyes sparkled up at him. “Oh, you’re good.” She went in for a kiss, but he pulled away.

“A drink first.” She gave him a disappointed look, but Bram knew she’d be glad he was making her work for it. And he needed to settle down after being in the middle of all the warm, pulsing bodies. Otherwise, the kiss wouldn’t be anywhere near as sweet as she was expecting. He took the lead, wrapping an arm around her slim waist. “The usual,” he said. The bartender slid a fresh glass toward Bram, who leaned comfortably against the lacquered cherry countertop, before turning to Candy.

“A tequila, Tarantula Blue, on the rocks with two limes and salt.” She looked to her dance partner. “Should I?”

“No need. I’ll take care of it.”

“I don’t usually go home with guys at the end of the night.”

He could tell by the way her fingers pulled at the belt loops of his slacks she was either lying or tonight would be different.

“Well, then I’ll just have to enjoy you on the dance floor. However, I can promise that I’m great at the horizontal tango, and you won’t regret coming with me.” Her eyes glossed over, but he put a finger to her lips as she made to respond. “Think about it. We have plenty of time.”

“So, what do you do?” Candy asked as she sipped on her drink.

He watched her over the rim of his cup. “Whatever I want.”

“You don’t have a job?” She questioned, eyeing his tailored suit. Bram watched as she leaned her back against the bar. She drew her elbows up behind her to rest on its surface, which, much to his pleasure, caused her to arch her back in such a way that all her curves were accentuated. The red bikini top was taut against her breasts as she lifted them into the air. Bram’s eyes followed the hourglass line to her bouncing hips that moved with the rhythm of the music. Her posture and the gleam in her eye screamed, fuck me.

“I come from a long line of money. It gives me all the freedom I could ever need.” He enjoyed the way her eyes sparkled at that. Women usually fell for the ‘I’m rich and powerful’ guy.

Her hand came up to run along his arm. She scooted to the edge of the red leather bar stool, closing in on him until he could feel her breath on his ear and her hands braced on his knees. She whispered, “What do you drive?” Her voice was so soft it was difficult to hear over the din of the bar.

“A Ferrari.” His hand started to glide up her thigh, slowly tapping his fingers to the music, working them higher and higher until she sat up and back abruptly.

“Shut up!” She slapped him. “No way.”

Bram frowned. The rude trait was not one he admired in a woman. He needed to get her back out on the dance floor before she turned him off. “If you decide to come with me later, you’ll get your chance.” He leaned into her, letting his lips play at her ear as his fingers massaged her nape and scalp. He inhaled deeply. She needed to stop drinking or else she’d be worthless to him. He downed the last of his whiskey, pulling the glass from her hand and leading her back into the strobing lights to move with the thumping music.

Candy tried to wrap her fingers around his neck, but he turned her round instead. Her back pressed against his hard chest, the cheeks of her round bottom grazing his thighs. He pulled her arms up so they were over her head and she played with his black hair. Bram moved them again, taking it easy with his hips and putting more emphasis on how his hands were treating her. His fingers trailed up her side, and he was rewarded by her shiver. His fingers went up to play with her luscious chocolate and caramel locks before moving further down. His fingers dipped into her top, searching for the pearl hidden there. His other hand sought her belly, a finger softly caressing and invading the cute little button there. He growled as a gasp escaped her lips.

Candy bent her knees, causing friction as she came back up, rubbing his cock in the valley between her ass. Finally, his fingers reached their destination, and he circled her nipple until it peaked. He bit his lip as her body shivered. His finger evaded as the song ended and the bodies around them paused before the next song began. He wanted to get her into a nice, dark, recessed corner of the bar, and away from her friends’ prying eyes. He had his opportunity as the next song was not to his liking. He turned her around to face him again, moving to the music and allowing it to carry them to the opposite side of the bar. He glanced around, noticing no one had seen their escape. This was the side of the bar where couples came to enjoy themselves without ‘bothering’ everyone else.