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He grins. “To us finding each other again.”
We clink our glasses together. “Cheers.”
We down our shots. We sit there quietly for a few seconds, but it isn’t long before we return to staring at each other.
“How is your day?” he asks me.
I laugh. “Good! We had a shoot this morning, and it went well. What did you do today? Host any other swimsuit photo shoots lately?”
“Nah, just you guys,” he chuckles. “I may retire from the ‘model-hosting’ game. Most of my guys didn’t get much work done with you ladies taking up so much of our space and time.”
“Well, I hope we never go back there again,” I say playfully.
“That’s too bad,” he says. “I rather enjoyed the time we spent together at the shop.”
“I am totally kidding,” I say. “Trust me… Ilovedwhat happened on Sunday night.”
“Yeah?” he wonders cheerfully. “You think about it at all since it happened?”
“I haven’t been able tostopthinking about it,” I admit. “I hope that doesn’t make me sound too needy or pathetic.”
“Don’t worry,” he chuckles. “Believe me, you’re not half as bad as I’ve been with some of my boys over there.”
I look into the crowd, but I can’t see a single member of my group or Damon’s. I wonder if maybe the guys and girls have paired up and are off having their own little adventures away from most eyes.
“I had to buy them all drinks after how much I’ve talked my ear off about you,” says Damon. “I wanted your number… but the only way my friends thought I could get it is to have Kace text Sabrina and havehergive me your number. That would have been fucked-up, right?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “I would have been okay with her giving Kace my number.”
“Ah,” he chuckles. “Well… good to know.”
“I could go ahead and give you my number now,” I suggest. “That way you don’t have to go through two different people to get it.”
“I don’t even want to look at my phone right now,” says Damon. “I just want to look at you. You’re finally not in my head—you’re real. We’ll get our phones out later.”
We start talking again as if we hadn’t stopped before, and soon we’re laughing like idiots. It only get worse with each new mixed drink and shot Damon orders for me. We are both messed up, and we both know where the night is going to take us.
I can feel the desire pulling us closer together as the night goes on. The music is getting louder, the place is packed, and all I want is for us to get out of there and for him to show me more of what he is capable of.
“If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?” I ask Damon.
He ponders for a few seconds. “Don’t know. I like it here in Miami.”
“Oh,” I laugh. “I mean, I like Miami, too.”
“Where would you go if you could? West Coast? New York?”
“If I could go anywhere in the world rightnow?” I say. “In that case… boy, take me back to the back of that shop and hit it from the back. Aye!”
As I roar with laughter at what I think is the funniest thing ever apparently, I feel Damon’s hands running delicately up and down my legs. His eyes stay locked with mine, but his hands have definitely started an exploratory committee.
“Before I do any of that, I want to eat that fine pussy with my tongue first,” says Damon.
Chills go up my back, and I can feel my laced undergarments begin to moisten.
“If you want it, come and get it,” I say, licking my lips.
We areboth too drunk to drive, so we hop in the back of a cab together. He gives the driver an address I don’t recognize, and before I know it, his hands have returned to my legs. He is running his fingers up and down my skin, and I respond to his touch, once again.