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This man was mesmerizing. It was hard to take my eyes off of him.

“What's your name?” I asked him, leaning a little closer to make sure he could hear me.

The scent of his cologne swirled around my face as he shifted against the bar. Musky and sweet, the mix made my thighs quiver and my lungs crave more. I wanted to stuff my face into chest, I wanted to breathe him in and let his aroma fill my body.

What the hell is going on with me?

Sitting quietly, my nerves were going wild. My body had never reacted this way before, not like that. The subtle notes of sandalwood filled my senses, making my muscles tense and alert.

He was so close, I could feel him on my skin. The tiny hairs prickled on the back of my neck as he hovered mere centimeters away. I wanted him to touch me, to brush the surface of my skin with his hands again, to stroke me, to massage me, to make my body sing for him.

Temptation was crawling all over me like a thick mass, eager and ready, needy and thirsty. I was losing control, completely and utterly surrendering to this man inside.

“You dance?”

“Hm?” I asked, lost inside my own head, unable to focus on his words as my entire being was consumed by just his presence. I didn't even notice that he ignored my question, replacing it with one of his own.

Leaning closer, he lowered his mouth to my ear. “Do you dance?”

“Yeah, a little.” Fiddling with the glass, I took a long, heavy swallow. “But it's been a while.”

Holding out his hand, he nodded his head. “Come on.”

“I don't know, I'm not sure—”

“Come on, don't be shy.” Wrapping his fingers around mine, I let him pull me from the chair and walk me to the dance floor.

I gave in easily, allowing him to take control. It didn't matter if my brain had wanted to run screaming, because it wasn't in charge right then. My heart was beating hard, my stomach was doing flips, and there was no way for me to stop whatever was brewing between us.

“Don't be nervous,” he said, letting his lips brush the shell of my ear. Goosebumps darted down my neck, covering my arms as I felt the heat off his breath on my skin. “Just listen to the music, feel it, let it in.” Firm fingers traced my ribs, gripping my hips hard, and swaying me side to side.

He started to roll his body in ways I had never seen a guy move. His hips bucked as his hands greedily held onto my waist. Lifting my hands to his chest, I softly touched his rock hard pecs, floating them down his corded abs.

My insides started to electrify, veins scorching like they were filled with lava. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or just this man that was affecting my body, but whatever it was it felt good. Too good to ignore, and too good to turn off.

I needed this, I wanted this. I wanted to feel free and excited, to lose my inhibitions for once. Let the world outside stay right where it was. This was for me.

Turning my back to him, I wrapped my arm around his neck, grinding my ass into his cock. Arching my back, I felt his thumbs as they ran down my spine, fingers digging into the curves of my hips.

The music beat in the background, there were people all around us, dancing and spinning. But right then, it felt like it was just the two of us. Everything around me was a blur, a mesh of faces mixed in blackness.

Rolling to the tones floating out of the speakers, my body was a wave. Sliding up and down, twisting and rocking, sweat trickled over my ribs. This man was making me go crazy, creating a fire that ignited fireworks across my brain.

The mysterious man ran his hands over my sides, just barely tracing the edges of my breasts. Every piece of me was screaming for him to touch me harder and firmer, longer and less controlled.

Whatever had come over me, I embraced it. I let it take over, I gave it permission to steal me away for the night.

Turning to face him, my fingers danced over his stomach, riding the stairway up to his throat. Driving my hands into his hair, I tugged him into my face. Our eyes connected and I did something I normally would never do. . . I kissed him.

Our lips pressed together, tongues wrapping wildly around each other. I didn't know his name, I didn't know a fucking thing about this man. And right then I didn't care. I felt alive, I felt dangerous, I felt everything I would normally shy away from.

Have you ever wanted to be that other person? The person who wasn't afraid to take a risk, or try something that might seem scary or wild?

We all have those thoughts, of being the complete opposite of who we are. If you're shy, you want to be bold, if you're quiet, you want to be loud. There are millions of people in this world who at some point in their life wished that for once they could try on the other shoe.

So here I was, wearing a glass slipper and taking that step forward, not allowing myself to over think a damn thing. I didn't question his past, I didn't question his personality or if he regularly frequented bars looking for a fresh piece of ass.

Right then I just lived for the moment.