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Chapter Seven

Theodore

One more drink and I’ll be drunk for sure.

The guys have kept the whiskeys coming, and though I’ve offered to pay multiple times, no one will let me.

They keep calling me their guest and telling me to enjoy the night.

It was making me nervous at first, but now I don’t really care.

I just want to have fun. This is so different from when I go to the bar with Asher.

In fact, I should tell Asher about this place. I bet he’d love it.

Luca and Nathanial are out on the dance floor, owning it.

I learned that Luca is a dancer, and you can tell by the way he moves his body.

Nathanial seems to be reaping the benefits of it, if the way he’s gripping Luca’s hips and smiling against his throat is any indication.

I keep pulling my eyes away because all I want to do is watch, but it’s rude, so I try not to. Even if they seem like they don’t care.

“You ever been to a sex club?”

I nearly choke on my drink, covering my mouth to not cough in Tobias’s face .

“No. Of course n-not.”

“You should go.”

“Why in the world would I do that?”

Tobias smiles, taking a sip of his drink before answering.

“Because I can see how much you enjoy watching. At least there, you won’t feel weird about it.”

My cheeks heat as I consider what he’s saying—and the fact he caught me.

Nothing is stopping me from going. If I asked Marianne, honestly, she’d probably want to go too.

She’s always trying to get me to explore and push limits.

But the thought of going with Tobias excites me more, and because I’ve been drinking, I can’t keep the thought to myself.

“Then maybe you should take me.”

His eyes flash with something , and he smirks.

“Those kinds of dates cost more.”

I can’t really explain how that comment makes me feel. A mix of embarrassment, disappointment, and determination.

Embarrassment because it was a bold question.

Disappointment because why can we come to a bar without it being a date but not something else?

I’m not good enough for that? I mean, obviously I’m not.

He probably just took me here hoping to make money in the future.

Obviously, I’ll rent him again now. But then there’s also determination…

the stubborn part of me that won’t give up.

I will get him to hang out with me again and not pay for it.

“I have plenty of money,” is my response .

Tobias grins even wider, and I expect him to agree. Set a date. Hell, we can go right now. So when he gets to his feet, putting his drink on the table and turning to me, offering me his hand, I’m confused as hell. It must be written all over my face because he seems humored.

“Come dance with me.”

“Dance?” I blurt out.

“That’s right.”

My eyes dart from his hand to the dance floor and the way everyone is humping each other. I can’t dance like that. I’ve never danced like that in all my life. If Tobias, who is a very attractive man, starts rubbing all over me… I’m not sure what will happen, but it will definitely end in my shame.

Tobias raises a brow, urging his hand forward.

I take it, because what the hell? I’ve got nothing to lose.

He leads us to the crowd of people with so much confidence it’s ridiculous.

We get lost in the bodies, stopping somewhere near the speakers.

He turns to me, putting his hands on my hips. I lean close to his ear.

“I can’t dance.”

I pull back to see his reaction, and he says, “Everyone can dance.”

He pulls me close to him, so our fronts are smashed together. I gasp, and thankfully the sound is hidden by the music.

“This is the point in the night when I embarrass myself,” I say as his hands slide up my sides, then over to my wrists, where he guides my hands to his shoulders .

“Don’t worry. I’m a good leader,” he says. “And I don’t judge.”

“I didn’t mean with dancing,” I shout back, causing him to throw his head back and laugh.

I’m so close to his neck, and I’m so tempted to lean in and bite it.

Suck it. Lick it. Kiss it. He smells so good, and his body is so firm and warm.

It’s nothing like Marianne—nothing like a woman.

I like this. I want more of it. There’s no doubt about it; I am so fucking attracted to men. Specifically, the one in front of me.

I like that he’s bigger than me. Confident. Handsome as hell. Looks like he could throw me over his shoulder. Maybe he has about thirty pounds of muscle on me, we aren’t that different in size, but it’s all in the way he carries himself. He’s in charge, all I have to do is follow.

Tobias’s hand goes to my lower back, pressing me even closer.

It’s large and rough, not small and dainty.

I feel his dick against me, and it isn’t hard.

I’m not sure how that makes me feel. Relieved, I guess.

Had he been hard, my dick would have sprung up in a second.

For now, he’s behaving. Probably because of the alcohol. It better stay that way.

We start moving slowly, not really going to the music, just trying to get into a rhythm with each other. I follow his lead, moving my hips with his. I don’t recognize the song that’s playing, but it has a nice beat. Okay, so dancing isn’t so bad, nor is it too difficult. This is totally fine.

“See, you’re not awful,” he says.

I nod in response, trying to keep my focus on not being a creep and getting an erection. I’m sure he’s used to it, but that doesn’t make it okay.

The song changes to something faster. Still something I don’t recognize, but people get pretty excited by it. Including Tobias, who looks at me, smiling… and then winks. Which almost has me on my ass. Fuck, he’s so hot .

Then he goes and does something crazy. He turns around and proves that he really knows how to dance.

He shakes his ass, grinds it against me, dips to the floor and comes back up like some kind of stripper.

It’s like he’s a whole new person right now—and I love it.

I can’t help but smile and watch in awe.

He turns around for a quick second, leaning in to say, “You can touch me, you know.”

“I thought that would cost money.”

He smirks. “Consider it a first timer’s bonus.”

Tobias turns back around, grinding his ass all over me to the beat, and it takes only seconds for me to get hard.

I’m too excited to be embarrassed about it, and it seems like he’s excited too.

He’s purposely rubbing his ass on me like he’s made it his mission to make sure I stay hard.

Almost like he’s trying to make me come in my pants, which very well could happen if he keeps this up.

There's no way he doesn't know what he's doing. There's no way he doesn't feel that.

His body moves with such beauty, like he has to have a background in dancing.

It’s dirty and so fucking hot. Remembering what he said, I put my hands on his hips.

He takes them, pulling them up to his warm chest. It’s defined and I bet it’s beautiful beneath his shirt.

He leans against me, resting his head back on my shoulder.

His teeth sink into his bottom lip, eyes falling closed and he rolls his hips against me.

“Fuck,” I grit out, my dick way too happy over all this attention.

“You… you need to relax,” I say, but I don’t think he hears me.

“Tobias,” I try, but he’s still in his own world, dancing on me like it’s his favorite thing.

I dig my nails into his chest, and he only grinds into me harder.

Fuck, I’m so close to coming. I need him to stop.

I take a small step back, bumping into someone, so I move forward, which Tobias must take as me wanting more because he moves harder.

Right when it’s all too much, when I’m sure there’s no talking my dick down, he spins to face me, and I breathe out a sigh of relief.

My heart is fucking erratic. I may pass out.

He gives me a smug smile. “What’s wrong, Theo?” he asks, putting his hands on my shoulders. I find his hips, digging my fingers in again. “This too much?”

There’s a dare in his eyes, almost like he wants me to keep going. Like he wants me to come in my pants and be happy about it.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” I pant.

He gives a little shrug. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I narrow my eyes, and he leans in again, this time brushing his lips against the corner of my mouth before moving to my ear. “Let’s go get a drink.”

The last thing I need is another drink, but I do need some space from him before my dick explodes. His hand slides to mine and he leads us to the empty bar.

“Pete! Two whiskeys, please!” he shouts, then turns to lean his back against the tabletop. I watch him as he stands there. Slightly sweaty. Pink cheeks. Smiling like a maniac. Hot as fucking sin.

He’s living his best life right now. Actually enjoying life.

Hanging out with his friends. Getting wined and dined by strangers.

Taken out nearly every night, having all expenses paid for on top of getting an hourly rate.

He is so free. Of course he’s smiling. I’d be smiling if that were my life too.

But it’s not. Because I have a fiancée, and I’m the COO of a tech company that’ll all be mine one day.

For the first time, it all scares the shit out of me.