really thought she would regret being with him, but she’d made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t engage in brief encounters. The emotional havoc wasn’t worth it.
He scowled in confusion. “Are you pregnant?”
She smiled and decided to share her secret. “Really? No, Kenshin. I’m retiring. This is my last party. So, I want to savor it.”
His face fell. “What? Why?”
Poor guy. He really must love her parties! Perhaps that was all he had in his life. Shaking her head, she touched his arm to comfort him. “I know you enjoy my parties, but there are others.”
He smirked. “You don’t understand, Dante.”
“No, really, I do. I get it. My parties are the best, but there are others. I’ve got contacts. Some in Madison too. It’s a drive but…”
Kenshin threw back his head in obvious frustration. He leveled a look at her that gave her pause. Clearly, she’d missed something .
“You must forgive me. You’re right. I can attend any party. But I don’t come to these parties for the food, the entertainment, or the dancing.”
“So, why else attend a party?” Dante was thoroughly confused about the situation. If he can get food and adventurous sex at any freak party, what is his problem?
“For you. I come to these parties for you, Dante.”
Chapter Two
Raw energy raced through the partygoers. It prickled Kenshin’s skin. He could tell Dante felt it too. Dante had been trying to fight it off since he’d seen her walk in. Closing herself off from the others, she stood apart from the scent, sounds, and sensuality scampering through the room. She hadn’t realized that all it did was make her more attractive to him. Around them, conversations dwindled down to moans and cries for more and the faint pants of hurried breaths. Already the dance floor gave testament to the fact that all pretense of partying had dissolved. Couples and a few trios had carved out spaces on the couches, chairs, and floors. Some people left to go upstairs to hotel rooms. Kenshin only wanted one partner tonight.
Dante .
“I-I’m sorry?” Dante said. “I don’t understand what you mean.”
She knew exactly what he meant. They both knew it. In all the years he’d attended her parties, he’d never failed to let her know his attraction to her. The problem resided in the fact that most people wanted Dante too. How could he blame them? Even now, with her hair curled into loose, supple waves, she looked incredibly sexy. Her breasts filled out the V-neck blouse in such a way that it made other women envious and horny at the same time. He wanted to nibble along her neck and cup her sizable bosom. The light color of her blouse warmed her already toffee skin, and her grace and confidence transported mundane clothing into a sensual outfit.
“I only attend these for you—to see you, to talk to you, to be near you.” He brushed his fingers across her cheek, slowly so as to not startle her.
She turned her head, leaning out of his reach. “I’m sorry, Kenshin. I can’t do this anymore.”
“You’ve invested so much into your business…”
“You don’t have to tell me.”
He stopped and nodded. A sick feeling rolled through his stomach. This didn’t seem to be going well. Kenshin couldn’t let her get away. It was now or never. He’d watched her for years. Longing uncoiled inside him. He’d respected her open relationship with a man she called Sugar Bear. Yet, for Kenshin, she had always seemed so sad. If she had him, she would never need others to fill the vacancy inside her. Obviously her ex-boyfriend failed to see her need and damn sure couldn’t fill it.
“Go play,” Dante said, walking away.
With interest, he watched her stroll away. The ivory slacks cupped her ass like his hands itched to do. He imagined his stiff rod gliding between her tight buttocks. With a smile, she caught him looking, winked, and waved bye to him over her shoulder.
She can’t just walk away. Not now. I’m so
He scowled in confusion. “Are you pregnant?”
She smiled and decided to share her secret. “Really? No, Kenshin. I’m retiring. This is my last party. So, I want to savor it.”
His face fell. “What? Why?”
Poor guy. He really must love her parties! Perhaps that was all he had in his life. Shaking her head, she touched his arm to comfort him. “I know you enjoy my parties, but there are others.”
He smirked. “You don’t understand, Dante.”
“No, really, I do. I get it. My parties are the best, but there are others. I’ve got contacts. Some in Madison too. It’s a drive but…”
Kenshin threw back his head in obvious frustration. He leveled a look at her that gave her pause. Clearly, she’d missed something .
“You must forgive me. You’re right. I can attend any party. But I don’t come to these parties for the food, the entertainment, or the dancing.”
“So, why else attend a party?” Dante was thoroughly confused about the situation. If he can get food and adventurous sex at any freak party, what is his problem?
“For you. I come to these parties for you, Dante.”
Chapter Two
Raw energy raced through the partygoers. It prickled Kenshin’s skin. He could tell Dante felt it too. Dante had been trying to fight it off since he’d seen her walk in. Closing herself off from the others, she stood apart from the scent, sounds, and sensuality scampering through the room. She hadn’t realized that all it did was make her more attractive to him. Around them, conversations dwindled down to moans and cries for more and the faint pants of hurried breaths. Already the dance floor gave testament to the fact that all pretense of partying had dissolved. Couples and a few trios had carved out spaces on the couches, chairs, and floors. Some people left to go upstairs to hotel rooms. Kenshin only wanted one partner tonight.
Dante .
“I-I’m sorry?” Dante said. “I don’t understand what you mean.”
She knew exactly what he meant. They both knew it. In all the years he’d attended her parties, he’d never failed to let her know his attraction to her. The problem resided in the fact that most people wanted Dante too. How could he blame them? Even now, with her hair curled into loose, supple waves, she looked incredibly sexy. Her breasts filled out the V-neck blouse in such a way that it made other women envious and horny at the same time. He wanted to nibble along her neck and cup her sizable bosom. The light color of her blouse warmed her already toffee skin, and her grace and confidence transported mundane clothing into a sensual outfit.
“I only attend these for you—to see you, to talk to you, to be near you.” He brushed his fingers across her cheek, slowly so as to not startle her.
She turned her head, leaning out of his reach. “I’m sorry, Kenshin. I can’t do this anymore.”
“You’ve invested so much into your business…”
“You don’t have to tell me.”
He stopped and nodded. A sick feeling rolled through his stomach. This didn’t seem to be going well. Kenshin couldn’t let her get away. It was now or never. He’d watched her for years. Longing uncoiled inside him. He’d respected her open relationship with a man she called Sugar Bear. Yet, for Kenshin, she had always seemed so sad. If she had him, she would never need others to fill the vacancy inside her. Obviously her ex-boyfriend failed to see her need and damn sure couldn’t fill it.
“Go play,” Dante said, walking away.
With interest, he watched her stroll away. The ivory slacks cupped her ass like his hands itched to do. He imagined his stiff rod gliding between her tight buttocks. With a smile, she caught him looking, winked, and waved bye to him over her shoulder.
She can’t just walk away. Not now. I’m so
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