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Authors: Rissa Brahm
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“The dance club I wanna take you to is right across from here. We can walk, but your broken heel! How can you walk, or dance for that matter?”
There was her excuse. Her perfect out. Skip the dancing and move to the intimate peak of the night. Then done. “Dancing sounds great and no worries,” she said, motioning to her feet. “I have a pair of sandals in my car as backup.”
Wait, what just happened? What happened to skipping the club, on to the hotel?
She damn well knew better, but…she wanted to go dancing, damn it! With him! And that was exactly what she was going to do, so help her. To a damn great night, remember?
*
She switched shoes and followed his lead across the street to La Sexta Noche , a newer club Zack said he’d been to several times on his last trip down.
She’d been there too, but didn’t mention it. He seemed so excited to show her his find. And maybe she didn’t need him knowing that she, a local, had frequented a touristy night spot.
Either way, it was an upscale club with a higher cover charge than most in the area, so it brought in a slightly more mature crowd. In high season there were usually lines around the building on the fifth or sixth night of the week, but because it was a weekday night, not even a bouncer stood at the door.
Once inside, Isabel didn’t dance around her goal. She felt electrically charged being near Zack and wasn’t afraid to show it. His eyes, hands, and body responded in kind, touching her arms, her back, her backside every chance he got. And once another round of tequila shots were slammed, the two of them went straight to the dance floor and couldn’t have gotten their clothed bodies any closer.
*
“You’re driving me insane,” he breathed into her ear, grinding her from behind.
Insane? God, the sensation was mutual. Although the idea of hitting a club with Zack, spending more time talking and laughing—and yes, up-close dancing with him—had thrilled her, now Isabel wasn’t sure how long she could control herself. He just hit all her buttons, and as she pushed her backside into him with rhythmic angst, feeling him, solid and hard, with every pounding beat the club’s DJ put out, it was almost too much. They continued their grind for only one more song until she rolled to face him, her hand clutching his ass, unable to wait anymore.
“Where are you staying?”
“The Airington. You know it?”
“Yeah, I know it,” she said. “I remember the awesome view of the bay, but it’s been a while. You wanna show me your view?” she teased, her buzz allowing her to speak as loosely as she damn well pleased.
“Sure, I’m up for it.” And he was, his erection now bulging through his khakis against her tensed midriff. She felt it and needed it. She clenched in response, already wet and well beyond primed to get more familiar with his body. Over the bass, he shouted, “I’m up in the penthouse. The view is spectacular.”
“What are we waiting for?” She rolled her body keeping hard against his stiff, beckoning manhood, then grabbed his hand and led him out of the club. All done with the formalities. All done.
*
She was on a high.
When they left the club, the thick Vallarta humidity immediately smothered them. It had just rained, torrentially so, it seemed. Isabel dodged and sidestepped around puddles in her tall, narrow-heeled sandals.
Why she wore anything but flats when she knew she was one big accident waiting to happen, she’d never say out loud. But at five-foot -two, she justified that style and stature were just too important. Especially in her line of work. And since fate had left her alive to breathe and walk, then she’d damn well look decent doing it.
And Zack offered her his hand like a gentleman, making sure she didn’t fall. Vallarta’s cobblestoned streets and potholed roads were a challenge. And although she was becoming somewhat of a master at navigating life’s uneven ground, she’d had plenty of
“The dance club I wanna take you to is right across from here. We can walk, but your broken heel! How can you walk, or dance for that matter?”
There was her excuse. Her perfect out. Skip the dancing and move to the intimate peak of the night. Then done. “Dancing sounds great and no worries,” she said, motioning to her feet. “I have a pair of sandals in my car as backup.”
Wait, what just happened? What happened to skipping the club, on to the hotel?
She damn well knew better, but…she wanted to go dancing, damn it! With him! And that was exactly what she was going to do, so help her. To a damn great night, remember?
*
She switched shoes and followed his lead across the street to La Sexta Noche , a newer club Zack said he’d been to several times on his last trip down.
She’d been there too, but didn’t mention it. He seemed so excited to show her his find. And maybe she didn’t need him knowing that she, a local, had frequented a touristy night spot.
Either way, it was an upscale club with a higher cover charge than most in the area, so it brought in a slightly more mature crowd. In high season there were usually lines around the building on the fifth or sixth night of the week, but because it was a weekday night, not even a bouncer stood at the door.
Once inside, Isabel didn’t dance around her goal. She felt electrically charged being near Zack and wasn’t afraid to show it. His eyes, hands, and body responded in kind, touching her arms, her back, her backside every chance he got. And once another round of tequila shots were slammed, the two of them went straight to the dance floor and couldn’t have gotten their clothed bodies any closer.
*
“You’re driving me insane,” he breathed into her ear, grinding her from behind.
Insane? God, the sensation was mutual. Although the idea of hitting a club with Zack, spending more time talking and laughing—and yes, up-close dancing with him—had thrilled her, now Isabel wasn’t sure how long she could control herself. He just hit all her buttons, and as she pushed her backside into him with rhythmic angst, feeling him, solid and hard, with every pounding beat the club’s DJ put out, it was almost too much. They continued their grind for only one more song until she rolled to face him, her hand clutching his ass, unable to wait anymore.
“Where are you staying?”
“The Airington. You know it?”
“Yeah, I know it,” she said. “I remember the awesome view of the bay, but it’s been a while. You wanna show me your view?” she teased, her buzz allowing her to speak as loosely as she damn well pleased.
“Sure, I’m up for it.” And he was, his erection now bulging through his khakis against her tensed midriff. She felt it and needed it. She clenched in response, already wet and well beyond primed to get more familiar with his body. Over the bass, he shouted, “I’m up in the penthouse. The view is spectacular.”
“What are we waiting for?” She rolled her body keeping hard against his stiff, beckoning manhood, then grabbed his hand and led him out of the club. All done with the formalities. All done.
*
She was on a high.
When they left the club, the thick Vallarta humidity immediately smothered them. It had just rained, torrentially so, it seemed. Isabel dodged and sidestepped around puddles in her tall, narrow-heeled sandals.
Why she wore anything but flats when she knew she was one big accident waiting to happen, she’d never say out loud. But at five-foot -two, she justified that style and stature were just too important. Especially in her line of work. And since fate had left her alive to breathe and walk, then she’d damn well look decent doing it.
And Zack offered her his hand like a gentleman, making sure she didn’t fall. Vallarta’s cobblestoned streets and potholed roads were a challenge. And although she was becoming somewhat of a master at navigating life’s uneven ground, she’d had plenty of
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