Part Two

She felt his presence before she saw him. For a couple of minutes already she was sure he was watching her, following her every move. When she turned around, she wasn’t surprised he was standing right in front of her, motionless, just staring at her.

She chuckled softly when his tongue darted out and wet his suddenly dry lips, after his brown eyes lingered for nearly a minute on her full breast. She knew she was dressed to kill.

This was probably the deepest v-cut a little black dress ever had seen. It dipped every low and didn’t leave much room for imagination. Yeah, she was dressed to get male attention. But all she wanted was him.

“Dance with me.” She whispered into his left ear and put her arms loosely around his neck. His hands automatically found their way to her hips to hold her.

“I can’t dance.” He told her and watched her deep blue eyes sparkle when she softly laughed.

“All you gotta do, is listen to the beat…I’m pretty sure you can do that…Mr. King of Swing.” The way she pronounced his nickname sent shivers down his spine and let his breath sped up. It took all his control to not take her right here on the dance floor.

“Here…let me help you.” Her full lips whispered into his ear again and before he knew it, he was moving to the beat. Her body was pressed to his and the rolling of her hips started to make his pants uncomfortably tight.

“See…it’s so easy.” When she pressed herself even closer, he growled through his teeth and turned her around suddenly. He needed to get control over this situation or he would come right on this fucking damn dance floor.

She only laughed and rubbed her ass against his crotch. Rich wrapped his arms around her and held her right in place. She turned her head and gave him an inviting smile before gently tangling her fingers with his and pulling him along to the bar next to the dance floor, completely ignoring the angry and jealous looks they earned from the other men in the room.

“One glass of champagne and…” she looked at him questioning.

“Coke, please.” He said and sat down on the bar stool next to her, making sure that she was capture between his legs while sitting and his hands were resting softly on the smooth skin of her bare knee.

She smiled at him before taking a long sip from her champagne. After setting the glass back on the counter her fingers started to softly stroke his hands.

“You are married?” Rich nearly spit his coke into her face. She looked at him surprised and traced his golden wedding band with her index finger.

“Yeah….you too, right?” he nodded towards the prominent ring on her left hand. She nodded.

“What would your wife say about this?” Richie squeezed his eyes together and his shoulders tensed up a little bit. He thought this would be easier. He didn’t wanna feel guilty all night.

“I don’t wanna talk about her tonight.” He finally answered. “What would your husband say?” he asked and moved a little closer to her. She gave him a small smile and leaned forward.

“Well, he doesn’t like it if other men are getting too close to me. He can get a little jealous, you know.” Rich nodded understanding. It would be foolish not to get jealous having such a gorgeous wife.

“But…most of the time, I don’t fucking care.” She whispered and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him down to her. When her lips met his, he growled low in his throat and put his arms around her waist to pull her closer.