Page 3 of The Wolf

“I'm a lot of things, Red, but I'm not one of those guys.”

“Red?” I asked, confused. The man pointed at my red dress casually. I stood quietly, staring at him. I was trying to get a read on him, but it was hard. “If you're not the conceded asshole type, then what kind of guy are you? Save me the trouble of guessing.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “That spoils all the fun. If I tell you who I am, where's the excitement? You're just going to have to figure it out for yourself.”

“Dark and mysterious.”

“Those are your words, not mine.”

“Alright, Mr. Dark and Mysterious, what brings you here?”

“Work. Money. Recognition. Isn't that why all of us are here?”

“I suppose that's accurate. What exactly do you do for work?”

“It's hard to explain.”

I cocked a brow and said, “It can't be that hard to explain.”

“It's harder than you think. Besides, you wouldn't want to hear about it. It's boring.” He picked up his drink and stared into the glass.

“Try me,” I said. “Don't let this dress fool you. I'm not a piece of arm jewelry like some of these women.”

He laughed as he set his glass down on the bar. “That's easy to see. You want to dance?”

I debated for a moment. “Sure. Why the hell not.”

Mr. Dark and Mysterious was the first interesting person I had met at one of the galas in years. I didn't want the excitement to end just yet. The second that guy was gone, I would be thrust back into the world of cardboard cutout people with the personalities of goldfish.

The man took my hand and walked me to the dance floor. The song was slow, rolling through the room like small waves against the sand. He pulled my arms up around his neck and wrapped his arms around my waist.

He took a step, making the first move. I followed his lead. The man manipulated my body with every step. He pulled to the right, and I followed. He stepped to the left, and with a soft flick of his wrist, he dipped me.

“Where did you learn to dance like this?”

“My mother made me take lessons when I was a kid. She said knowing how to dance was a way to a woman's heart.”

“Is that right?”

“She was old fashioned.” The man pushed me away from his body and spun me around once, then pulled me back in close. “But I guess you'll have to tell me. Am I dancing my way into your heart?” He took my hand in his and pressed it against his chest.

“I don't know. I've never been hit on with a dance before.”

The man ran his thumb up and down my knuckles. Goosebumps prickled up my arms, and my belly fluttered with a million butterflies. He was peering deep into my eyes, his touch soft and strong at the same time.

It felt like we were the only two dancers on the floor. The only two people in the room. The last people left on earth. I was mesmerized by him. I had never felt anything like that before. It was just us and the music.

There were so many colors in his eyes. Yellows and browns, highlights of green and gold. They glistened like two gems in the sunlight. He never took them off of me. His eyes danced around my face, moved down my body, and then back up again.

I was lost in him, swaying mindlessly, enjoying his touch and scent and the feel of our bodies together.

He moved us in circles across the floor.

I followed him with every step. My body didn't resist as he danced us into a corner, hidden from everyone else, blocked by a large Monstera Adansonii plant with wide leaves cut like Swiss cheese.

The man stilled as his eyes glazed over. He pinned me to the wall with his chest, his hands coming up to capture my face. I didn't stop him. I wanted it. I wanted him. His hands were warm as his thumbs ran back and forth softly over my cheeks.

I exhaled a single breath of air and licked my lips. The gorgeous man with big eyes and a jaw so sharp it could cut a diamond leaned in. His lips met mine, tongue sweeping into my mouth. He tasted like honey whiskey, sweet and savory with a hint of spice.

My mouth parted easily, and my head tilted instinctively to let him kiss me deeper. My entire body was on fire. Every strand of muscle popped and sizzled in a way I never experienced before.

It was the best kiss of my life.

Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome ran one hand down my neck. The pads of his fingers grazed the outside of my breast. My nipple hardened, perking for attention. He circled his thumb around the stiff bead. I moaned into our kiss and arched my back.

My body was moving and reacting to that man with the same power as the strings on a marionette. His hand rode the curve of my hip, causing my back to arch and my eyes to close. His other hand massaged the curve of my jaw and the tender skin of my throat.

The man drew another coo out of me as he began to play my body. His touch was mesmerizing, putting me in a trance. He kissed me harder, crushing his lips against mine as his hand moved over my belly and around to my ass. I could feel his cock as our bodies ground together.

I had never been so turned on in my life. I was willing to do anything right at that moment. My stomach was warm and fuzzy, my sex was wet and throbbing, and all I wanted was more. More of his lips. More of his scent and the feel of him against me. More of his touch and power.

He squeezed my ass, pulling my hips forward. The tip of his cock rubbed my thigh. Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome traced my jaw with his thumb as his tongue swirled around mine. His fingers dug into the muscle of my ass and gripped firmly. But I wanted something more. I needed something more.

There was something exciting and dangerous about what we were doing.

Hidden in our little oasis of leaves, anyone could come around the corner and spot us.

It only made me want him more. I grabbed his hand and pulled it around to the front, where the slit of my dress was.

I broke the kiss and lay my head back against the wall.

His eyes flicked between mine, a curiosity lingering in the air.

I parted my thighs and slipped his hand under the silk fabric. Thank God I decided to shave. He groaned as his fingers brushed my wet center. The man didn't say a word. He kissed me with such force as he slid a finger between the folds of my lips and smeared the juice of my desire.

Our mouths were tangled together, our breathing heavy as need and lust consumed us both. The man watched me carefully as he pushed a single finger inside my heat. I bit his lip, containing my urge to moan loudly. He didn't wince in pain. If anything, that only drove him deeper.

I felt one knuckle and then a second as he thrust his fingers inside my pussy.

The mysterious man fingered me with vigor.

My hips rocked and rolled forcing my clit against his palm.

He used his thumb to massage my tender bud.

My belly clenched, and tingles exploded through my body as he pressed hard and drew small circles.

“Maybe we shouldn't—” he said as he attempted to pull his fingers free, but I clamped my thighs shut around his hand, refusing to let him stop. The orgasm was so fucking close there was no way he could stop now.

“Shut up and finish what you started,” I demanded.

The man smirked as he drove his fingers back inside and teased my clit again.

My body began to tremble as the orgasm built in my lower belly.

I was trying so hard not to scream with pleasure, and he could see that.

So, he drove his lips onto mine and silenced me with a kiss as the orgasm swept in like a hurricane.

Sweat beaded up on my forehead. My toes curled. My knees tried to buckle. But Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome wrapped his arm around my waist and held me up. His eyes set on mine, and he smiled as he put his two fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean with a moan.

“I wasn't expecting to have dessert so early,” he whispered into my ear.

“That makes two of us,” I said. In a flash, I suddenly felt this wave of shame. What if he thought I was a slut? I didn't mean to give him the wrong impression. I don't do stuff like that. Not ever. That wasn't me. That was something primal.

“Look,” I said as I touched his chest. “I don't usually do this kind of thing.”

“Don't worry, I know that,” he answered. There was conviction in his tone. He was serious. He said it as if he knew me.

I grinned and asked with a side eye, “How could you know that already? We just met.”

As the song came to an end, the man pulled away and released me. I instantly felt cold and empty. I wanted him back around me.

“I know a lot of things,” Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome said. “But now I have to go.”

“Go? Already?” I asked. “Why?”

“I've got some work to take care of. Try to at least enjoy the rest of your night.” He leaned in, kissed my cheek, and started to walk away.

“Wait,” I called out to him. “I didn't get your name.”

He looked back over his shoulder and smiled. “That's because I didn't give it.” Then he was gone. He disappeared into the crowd of people as if he was an apparition.

I spent a few minutes looking for him but couldn't find him anywhere.

He was a face I didn't recognize. I had never seen him at any other event.

I suspected he was someone sent by an investor, or maybe he was hired by a competitor from overseas.

Either way, I'd never know. He was just a fraction of a second in my life, yet he remained as steady as a memory worthy of holding.

The night went on as usual. Glasses of wine were poured, expensive hors d'oeuvres floated by on platters, and dinners that cost three hundred dollars a plate were poked at with shiny silver forks and left hardly eaten.

People threw around their weight with donation envelopes in the hope that they'd get recognition for how heavy it was.