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Georgina

Oh yeah, I’m feeling great. The tequila shots and my Margarita drinks helped me release the stress I’ve been under the last few days, and I’m feeling relaxed and happy. The threat is now a memory, and I’m focusing on enjoying the night.

I close my eyes, raising my right arm as I slowly sway up and down with the beat of the music. Of course, Latin music is pure fuego, so I love that they named the club Fuego.

So, spot on, right?

I open my eyes, smile, and look around the club. My eyes widen, and my heart skips a beat as I turn, staring at my dream man.

Anatoly.

He’s standing at the bar a few feet away, holding a glass and staring at me.

When did he show up?

Oh my, he’s gorgeous. He's dressed in a black custom-tailored suit and black shiny leather shoes, and the cufflinks sparkle as he moves. He’s a totally classy, wealthy man. He was hot in the hospital, and now he’s scorching hot.

I gasp for breath and bite my lip as I sway to the music, staring at Anatoly Kravtsov.

Of course, I remember his name and him. He’s so damn hot, and I never dreamed of seeing him again, especially here.

Of course, I remember how his blue eyes darkened when he looked at me at the hospital, but I was working, and he was ill.

A Chica, like me can’t take advantage of a sick man, right?

Oh my, I’m so damn lucky.

The man is here, and I have his complete attention, which is fantastic because he has mine.

I smile at him, running my hands down my curves as I dance. I gaze into his eyes, holding eye contact, and I see his blue eyes darken and his pupils dilating. He lifts his chin and raises his glass, toasting me.

I smile, full of sexual euphoria, totally giddy, and I can feel heat spread through my face. I’m so excited that he’s watching me. My inner girly parts are twitching, and my panties are wet. This is a fantastic feeling, a raw, deep connection, one that I’ve never experienced. I dance for him, and he smiles.

After a couple of minutes of staring at each other, Anatoly sets the glass on the bar countertop and walks stealthily towards me, like a wild lion going after its prey. He’s just as beautiful as the lion; those blue eyes are mesmerizing.

Anatoly reaches out for me and slides his arms around my waist, pulling my back against his front. I feel how hard he is; it’s fucking awesome; he’s so damned turned on; it only increases my overactive heated hormones. He sways with me, and I throw my head back, resting on his chest as I gaze into his eyes.

“Georgina, it’s a pleasure seeing you,” He says in a raspy voice, gazing into my eyes.

So damn sexy.

Oh my, I’m going to melt.

“Si, it’s really a pleasure. Oh, please call me Gigi.”

“Gigi, it is,” He hums, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me tight.

“How are you feeling,” I say, turning in his arms.

I slide my hands up, resting them on his shoulders, holding on tight before I fall. My body feels weak; my bones are totally jelly.

“I’m feeling great. I’m sorry that I fell asleep, but the medicine knocked me out.”

“No worries, I’m glad that you recovered.”

I can’t help but grip his muscular arms, biting my lip as I gaze up at him. He’s so damn tall, smells delicious, and sexy as hell. This man is everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and he’s with me now. My eyes wander over his face, and I slowly gaze into his beautiful blue eyes.

Oh yeah, I want him.

I know one thing.

Tonight, I’m not going to let him go; I might never have another chance.

This is my moment to grab him, drown in his eyes, lick, and explore every inch of him.

Si, it’s my first time, but he doesn’t know that.

I’ve decided to give him my virginity. Si, it might be a one night, a hookup, as they call it, but I want him to be my first.

Besides, I’m not going to be an innocent virgin if that fucking Cartel takes me. They can’t have my innocence.

Who knows what they will do to me, right?

I can’t count on my Dad, the man that’s supposed to take care of this issue. He’s been MIA, like where the fuck is he? We’re waiting to see if he’s taken care of the problem with his Boss.

“Gigi, let’s go to the booth; I have some food and tequila,” Anatoly says next to my ear.

His hot breath sends shivers down my back and my body short circuits.

Fuck!

This man has the fucking ability to turn me into marshmallow.

“Yes, that sounds awesome. I’m a little hungry. Let me tell my friends,” I say, pulling back to look up at him.

“Fantastic, invite them.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Awesome,” I say, pulling away.

Anatoly takes my hand, and I love it. I take a few steps, and he follows. We stop next to my chicas, and he releases my hand to slide it around my waist.

“Hey, this is Anatoly,” I say, smiling.

“Hi,” He says, smiling at them, lifting his chin.

“Hello, hey,” my chicas say, checking him out.

“Yeah, he’s a keeper,” Marissa says next to my ear.

“Right,” I murmur, nodding.

I can’t help but grin; he makes me so happy. I want to explore everything with him.

“Hey, Anatoly is inviting us to have some drinks and food at his table.”

“Oh yeah. I’m starving,” Marissa says, nodding.

“Yes,” Heather squeals.

“Follow me,” Anatoly says, tilting his head.

He takes my hand, walks towards the back of the club, and takes some steps to the next level. I didn’t even see it, geeze. I look around at the VIP section, and it’s totally on another level. It is more polished and has several lovely black velvet tuft sectionals with a glass table in the center. This area is a much more intimate setting for your party. The table has food, bottles, and glasses.

The lower level has some tall tables and chairs scattered around the room, and the dance floor is in the center. You stand around the room or at the bar. I like this area much better.

Anatoly walks to the sectional at the corner, which is more private. He and I fall onto the sectional, and my chicas sit on the other side of the circular sectional.

The Barista shows up out of nowhere and smiles at Anatoly.

Huh, I don’t like that.

“Mr. Kravtsov, I’ll bring some fresh tacos and more glasses,” Barista says.

“Excellent,” Anatoly says, nodding.

“Hell yes, this food looks awesome,” Heather says, taking a chip and dunking it into the salsa.

It takes a couple of minutes and the barista returns with the taco trays. The smell is incredible, and my stomach growls.

“Oh my, sorry,” I utter.

I can feel the heat spread through my face.

“No worries,” Anatoly says, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles, smiling.

“Oh gosh, this is awesome,” Marissa hums, grabbing the fresh tacos that the Barista placed on the table.

“Yes, this is great,” I say, grabbing a taco.

I take a bite, close my eyes, and moan. This tastes so good.

“Gigi, you like it,” Anatoly mutters in a low raspy voice.

I open my eyes and gaze into his heated eyes, nodding.

“Very good,” I say, licking my lip and watching his eyes dilate.

“Excellent,” He hums, grabbing a taco.

“This is great! Thanks,” Heather yells.

She grabs the shot glasses, pours some tequila, and hands one to each of us.

“Have a shot with us,” I say, handing him a shot glass.

“Da,” He says, smiling.

“Let’s toast,” Heather yells. “To fun, love, and sexy men!”

We raise the shot glass, laugh, repeat the toast, and drink the shot. I grab the lemon and suck on it.

“Another shot,” Marissa shouts, pouring more tequila.

“Oh yeah,” I yell.

I grab the shot glasses and hand one to him, smiling.

“Here,” I say, gazing into his eyes.

“Can I get a slice of lime?”

“Yes,” I whisper, smiling.

“Toast,” Marissa yells, raising her shot glass. “To the fire, to the burn, and naughty nights!”

We repeat the toast, laughing, and I look at Anatoly. He grins and wraps his arm around my waist. We drink the shot; he places the lime on my lips. I suck the lime, and Anatoly groans, staring at my lips.

“Hey, we’re going to dance,” Heather yells.

“Thanks for the food. I’m going to dance. Maybe I'll get lucky,” Marissa yells, pushing off the seat and smiling.

“Oh yeah, it was delicious. Thanks. Let’s go,” Heather replies, bopping her head.

“Right, have fun.”

I watch my chicas leave the VIP section and turn to look at my hottie. I turn and slide my arm through his arm, smiling up at him. He’s so big and strong. I like it; he makes me feel protected.

“Anatoly, tell me, do you enjoy the Latin music? Do you come here often?”

“I enjoy the Latin music, but I was meeting up with an associate.”

“Oh, so it was business?”

“Da, it was,” He says, sliding his arm from my hold and wrapping it around my waist, pulling me closer.

“Da?”

“Da, yes,” He hums, smiling.

“Oh, okay. So, your business meeting is over?”

“Yes. I was eating some tacos and drinking when I saw you.”

“Ah, is that right? So, you wanted to talk to me,” I ask, raising my brow. I can’t help but smile, leaning into his arm.

“Yes, I want to talk and get to know you better,” he says, gazing into my eyes.

He turns on the seat, enclosing me in, and places his other hand on my leg. He runs his fingers in circles on my thigh. My body is hot, and my inner girly parts flutter. This man has me all worked up with just a slight touch.

I move my hand, resting it on his shoulder near his neck. I run my fingers through his collar-length hair.

“Know me better, how so?”

“Gigi, I want to know all about you.”

“Really,” I say breathlessly, gazing into his darker blue eyes.

“Yes,” He hums, leaning in close, and whispers. “I want to taste your kisses, your skin, and your pussy.

“Hell, I love your dirty talking, fuck!”

He rests his lips on mine and runs his tongue over my lips, waiting for me to allow him in. I moan, opening my mouth, wrapping my fingers in his silky dark hair, and pulling him closer.

Anatoly doesn’t waste any time; he slides his tongue inside my mouth, running it over mine. I return his kiss, eager to taste him. We kiss with wild hunger, stroking, tangling our tongues, and clashing teeth in our desperation to get more. We breathe in gasping for air, and he runs his hand up my thigh. I lean into him, and he runs his hand under my dress, squeezing my ass. My pussy flutters and my panties get wet.

A deep moan emerges from deep in his chest, making me hotter. He moves his hand, sliding his fingers under my wet panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Hmmm, shut up and kiss me.”

“Fuck!”

I kiss him, and his fingers stroke my pussy, making me wetter and sensitive. I pull away and gaze into his eyes, moaning. I feel my nipples hard and sensitive against the material of my dress. These feelings are intense and new to me. My pussy throbs, releasing on his fingers.

He pulls his hand out and sucks his fingers, staring at me.

“So damn good.”

A whimper escapes me, and I move my shaking hand to touch his hard cock, and squeeze it over his pants. I hear him grunt, turning me on as I touch his cock. It feels so good, big and hard.

“Fuck,” He growls, lowering his eyelids.

“I need you.”

“Da. But not here.”

“Not here,” I whisper, gazing into his dilated eyes.

He’s just as aroused as I am, and he’s so beautiful.

“Da. I know where.”

“Okay, let me text my chicas.”

“Da.”

He moves his hand under my dress and stares at me as he continues to rub my throbbing, swollen flesh.

“Such a sweet pussy. I can’t wait to eat your pussy and fuck you hard,” He whispers, kissing my shoulder.

“Oh my god,” I whimper, closing my eyes.

“Nyet, I’m your man.”

“Fuck!”

I bite my lip, trying to focus on sending the text. I slide my fingers over the screen, type the text, and send it. I lean into him, burying my face in his neck. I suck his neck, moaning, closing my eyes, spreading my legs to give him access.

“Baby, let’s go to the room.”

“Yes.”

He slides his hand out, licks his fingers, and kisses me. I moan, tasting myself on his lips and kissing him back. My body feels hot; I’m burning up.

Anatoly pulls back and rests his forehead on mine, gazing into my eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Si.”

“Da. Let’s go.”

Anatoly pulls down my dress, which is bunched up around my thighs. He takes my hand, and we push off the seat. I follow him to the corner. He looks at his cell and enters a code into the keypad.