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  I wanted that vulnerability.

  I wanted to get closer to him, to feel his imposing body and to be held. I know I just met him, but there was something pulling me to him that I couldn't fight.

  I stood up and walked around the table and stood in front of him.

  He put his hands around my lower back and swayed very gently. I felt as if he was towering over me but I felt protected at the same time, feeling the soft cotton of his blazer against my cheek.

  His hand brushed away some hair from my ear and he lowered his chin to whisper.

  “Do you know how sexy you are in that dress?”

  I could feel his lips moving so closely to my ear that I shivered from the faint breath of air from his speech.

  He caressed my back and moved his hand up to the nape of my neck which was exposed by the cut of the dress.

  “I think you do,” he whispered, his fingers gently the base of my neck.

  I felt him get even harder and I moved my hips closer to meet his. He pressed his cock against me and I exhaled and pushed my face closer to his chest.

  “You do, don’t you,” he whispered, now running his fingers through my hair.

  The club ceased to exist for me

  I didn’t know him but I couldn’t get away, it’s like I was handcuffed – bound to him like a prisoner, a prisoner of my own emotions.

  His fingers splayed out along my spine as he rubbed me, sending warm waves through my body.

  “I want you,” he said. I felt his low voice vibrating through his chest on to my cheek that was pressed tight against him.

  “I want you, and I’m going to have you right here,” he whispered again. His hand lowered to my ass and he squeezed it so firmly I almost jumped.

  “You’ve been walking around with that little dress the whole night, it was a wonder I didn’t take you in the middle of the dance floor after I took care of those two fools,” he said.

  I moaned softly, still feeling his breath on my ear, and his guarding caresses along my body.

  “Look at me,” he said.

  My eyes shot up to meet his, as if by magnetism.

  “I’m going to kiss you deeply,” he said. “I want to feel your hot tongue on mine.”

  His penetrating gaze made my hands shake but e pulled me in even tighter, and I could feel every ripple of muscle on his body through his shirt. His hard pecs and ripped abs jutted out and pressed me against his strong arm still tight behind me.

  But I froze.

  He was so damn sexy but I hardly knew this guy. I looked into his eyes and felt as if his towering presence was something beyond my reach.

  “I shouldn’t,” I said. His meaty hand squeezed my ass again and I breathed out hard, feeling the rush run up my spine and to my neck.

  “Stop doing what you ‘should do’, and start doing what you want,” he said, his eyes fixed on mine like a flame.

  His cock strained through his pants as he lowered his lips to meet mine.

  We stared as I felt his gaze making me melt and I angled my chin up waiting for his lips to devour me.

  But a firm hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me around.

  It was my editor and boss, Philip.

  What the hell was he doing?

  His eyes were wide open and he was fidgeting on the spot.

  “Janet!” he shouted. “We need to find Britney, now! She sent me a text and I think she’s in danger!”

  He grabbed my hand and ran back into the throng of people in the club. I stumbled forward before I regained my footing, but felt the man’s fingertips just skin me as I was pulled out of reach.

  I must have looked like a idiot!

  Philip swooping in like a helicopter parent before I could even kiss the man.

  He must have thought I was a real dolt.

  I never had a connection like that before and poof – it’s gone in an instant when your neurotic editor freaks out.

  I missed it the instant we were separated. Would I ever get it back?

  Chapter 4

  Really, what the hell was this all about?

  “Philip!” I shouted. “What the hell is going on?”

  “I told you,” he shouted back, not even looking over his shoulder as he pushed through people standing in his way. “Britney just texted me saying she needed help now, that she was in danger!”

  A group of dancers stumbled as Philip pushed past them like a mad dog.

  “I last saw her talking to a guy near the bottle service tables. We gotta get there and – “

  BOOM BOOM BOOM.

  Three shots rang out through the club.

  Some women screamed and there was a stampede of people in front of me as I heard bottles smashing to the floor. I was knocked down by a large man sprinting away, but I got up and moved aside before I was trampled by some other people escaping.

  I looked around – Philip was gone.

  It felt like someone had stabbed my ear drums and I was disoriented, but I knew I had to get of the building.

  I fumbled along one of the walls and felt the bar to push of an emergency door.

  I heaved forward and slammed it open, and caught my footing on the asphalt.

  Some other people ran out behind me, and sat down against the wall and started to cry.

  I knew I had to look for Britney.

  Maybe she escaped and got away from whatever was frightening her.

  Or maybe she was…

  I didn’t want to think about it.

  Maybe Philip would get to her.

  But I had to look around while I was out here. Maybe she was injured in the stampede and was waiting outside for help.

  I walked along the outside of the club. There were few lights and it was eerily quiet compared to the earlier panic inside.

  Most of the other people must have escaped through different exits or through the main entrance.

  I didn’t want to be alone out here, but I thought it’d be too dangerous to go back in the club. Who knows where the shooter was.

  I stepped carefully around, my hand touching the outside wall for a sense of support, grounding.

  “Britney?” I called out. “Philip?”

  No answer.

  I took another few steps before I froze.

  My eyes shut out of fear.

  A hand grabbed my shoulder.

  “You shouldn’t be out here,” the voice attached to it said.

  --

  I was spun around by the powerful hand.

  My heart raced.

  It was the same man I almost kissed in the club.

  He looked so striking in the dim moonlight outside, like he got out of the chaos in the club without a scratch.

  I stepped forward to hold him. I needed someone. Somewhere to get away from this madness for just one second.

  But I held myself back.

  How could I trust him?

  What if he…Britney…

  It wasn’t possible, was it?

  There wasn’t enough time for him to have done that - to have killed Britney and escaped.

  My thoughts spiraled at the possibilities, but I was shocked out of it by his voice.

  “You didn’t hear those gunshots?” he said. “This is a bad place to be.”

  “I was looking for my friend,” I said, trying to steady my voice.

  He laughed.

  “Oh, you mean the friend that broke up our little moment back there,” he said, with a dismissive look.

  “No, it’s the other girl I was with that I was looking for,” I said.

  “I bet she’s fine,” he said.

  “I’m worried about her,” I said. Britney was annoying at times, but she was still an OK girl.

  “Hmm,” he said. He licked his lips. “I think you’re the one you should be worried about.”

  He took a slow step towards me.

  “You know what I was saying back inside the club…” he trailed off, before taking another firm step closer.

  “That I want
ed you. And that I was going to have you.”

  Another step closer.

  “I wasn’t lying about that.”

  My heart raced and before I could blink he rushed forward and pinned me against the wall, his hand behind me cradling my head.

  “And I NEVER break my promise about what I want,” he said, his eyes fixed on mine.

  I trembled from the weight of his stare.

  “And I always get what I want.”

  His lips surged on to mine and I felt an eruption of nerves from my head to my feet – pleasure, fear, anxiety, arousal.

  He kissed me hard, then grabbed my chin and tilted my head to the side to bite my neck, then he slid his mouth back up to my ear.

  “I want that fucking dress off,” he commanded. He rolled his hips forward and ran his hardness along me.

  I kissed him back

  You heard what I said

  I kissed him back but he grabbed my chin and pushed me back.

  “You heard what I said,” he said.

  I reached forward to try to kiss him again, to feel the stubble surrounding his soft lips, to feel that heat of his kiss and mouth – but he reacted and like a wolf snapped up my hands in his and held them tightly above my head.

  He pulled his head back and grinned, then shifted his eyebrows down in a look of primal desire as he bared his teeth and let out a sharp grunt.

  He pulled down the top of my dress and swiftly pulled the bra down.

  Before the cold air could touch my nipples, his mouth surrounded one and I shivered at the sudden warmth of his mouth and the sharp contrast with his prickly stubble along my breast.

  Something where inside of me was telling me I had to break away, to get somewhere safer, to find Britney and Philip.

  And yet my body told me this moment, this man, is exactly what I needed to find, to feel. Another cloud of doubt reached my brain but it was swept away by feeling another sharp dart of his tongue on my nipple and I arched my back against the wall, unaware of its cold rough surface.

  I moaned out in the night but it was stifled by his mouth suddenly moving back to mine. He drew back and bit my lower lip and I felt as if I was going to burst from heat out of my dress.

  As if he could read my mind, he hiked up the back of my dress and I felt the sudden coolness of the evening on my ass before he gave it a sharp smack and turned me around so my hands were on the wall.

  “Don’t you move from there,” he commanded, his voice hoarse, as if the words were straining to come out from his tight core.

  “Oh, please,” I gasped, not realizing my own voice.

  His hand moved around from my spine to the side of my hip and then grabbed it so strongly I almost yelped and shifted my weight on to my other leg.

  “Don’t you move,” he said, half-grunting, his tight grip squeezing me again.

  He pulled my thong down with his other hand and slid a wet finger inside of me.

  “God, you’re so wet,” he said, his voice deeper now.

  I heard him unbuckling his belt and the sound of his pants hitting the ground before I felt him restraining his hard cock at the opening of my slit, rubbing it up and down on me.

  “Is this what you’ve been waiting for with your wet pussy?” he said.

  “Please,” I moaned, as I felt his finger slowly draw out from me.

  “Please, what?” he said.

  I pushed back, lost for words.

  “Please,” I whimpered, my heart racing as the words came uncontrollably out of mouth.

  “Please, fuck me,” I said.

  And with that, he slid forcefully inside me in one filling stroke that almost made me cum instantly after the millisecond of pain changed to waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

  I reached my hand back to touch him, to pull him deeper inside, but he snatched my hand and pinned it onto my lower back and gave my ass a stinging smack to show that he was in charge.

  He slid deeply in and out, taking me with every inch of his cock, fucking me faster like he was going mad with desire, as his hands now had a vice grip around my hips while he pounded me, and I felt like I was going to burst with ecstasy.

  He stopped his grunting to command me.

  “Come for me. Right now,” he said, and I immediately couldn’t hold back my orgasm that almost made me pass out and scream like I never have before.

  He took me even faster and harder than before and it was only moments after that I felt him come deeply and strongly inside of me, his dick twitching again and again.

  He rested over my back and I could feel him panting and syncing up with my own short breaths.

  He let go of my hips and I could feel how sore they were from his tight grip. He moved his hands over my chest and held me closely as he recovered his breath.

  My skin tingled all along my body as I felt his chest move as he breathed in and out with me. It was so intense I didn’t even notice we were still outside against the wall where some club goer who escaped and walked by could have seen us!

  The man kissed my spine along my upper back and up to the side of my neck below my ear.

  My hair was in his eyes as he breathed in my scent as he whispered.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Janet,” I said.

  He breathed deeply again and brushed some hair away from my face.

  “What’s your last name, Janet?”

  “Rose. Janet Rose,” I said, my breathing now becoming calm.

  “Janet Rose,” he said, whispering to himself, as if it were a mantra.

  I closed my eyes and heard his voice in my head saying my name, reliving the tender yet manly voice from his lips drinking in the sexiness of my name that I never used to be fond of.

  I felt a tingle on my neck where he kissed me, and then the cold breeze of wind that seemed to carry my imaginings of his voice away.

  And then…

  He was gone.

  I almost didn’t notice the sirens blaring and the blue and red lights flashing on the wall and wet ground.

  Some police cars had rolled by. It seemed like it took them a while but things could be pretty crazy in the city on Friday nights. Who knows what else they had to deal with.

  I looked around and couldn’t see the man I was just with anywhere.

  Inside I worried a bit.

  Did he take off right before the cops could arrive?

  To flee the scene of the crime?

  Well, not before taking something else before he left.

  I leaned back against the wall and caught my breath.

  I couldn’t believe what just happened.

  I had never done anything like that before.

  Sure guys had hit on me at parties, but more often than not it was of the annoying ‘bro’ variety that had bothered me and didn’t leave me alone until the man had shown them who was boss.

  My skin still tingled from his touch, and I could still feel his lips near my ear, saying my name.

  But just like the empty back lot of the club, I also felt a certain emptiness.

  I didn’t even know his name, and he only bothered to learn mine right before he left.

  Maybe it was just the way guys like him rolled.

  Find a girl and impress her.

  Then leave her.

  But something in the way his eyes looked when he was defending me from those two jerks…something about it showed me maybe there was something else to him.

  Something more.

  Some kind of hard won strength that covered a damaged core.

  I would have kept thinking about it until I heard a voice calling me out.

  “Janet, what are you doing out here? It’s not safe.”

  It was my editor again, Philip.

  He had found me out here.

  “I was looking for Britney,” I said.

  Britney.

  What happened to that poor girl?

  In the passion moments before I forgot about her.

  He looked down at the gro
und, as if he were trying to hide something.

  “Philip, what’s wrong?”

  “Janet,” he said. “Britney’s dead. Something shot and killed her in the club.”

  My heart was battered by the news.

  What did she do to deserve this?

  I felt guilty for it all.

  If I didn’t meet that man and leave Britney alone, maybe things would have gone differently.

  But I realized Britney would have wanted me to hang out with him.

  It was something she believed in – following the places life takes you, even if they’re new and uncomfortable.

  Doing what you want, instead of what you should, as the man told me inside the club.

  “Janet, we need to get out of here,” said Philip. “The police said the shooter got away. The suspect is a tall male with stubble and in a suit.”

  Another wave of worry hit me.

  That suspect sounded like the man I was with.

  I mean, that could be anyone, right?

  There were other dressed up tall guys at the club. There had to be.

  “Janet, you should go home now,” said Philip. “There’s something very important I need to talk to you about tomorrow regarding the assignment Britney had with us at Global Eye. I’ll call a cab for you.”

  Chapter 5

  I got back to my place after midnight and took a hot shower. I wanted to relax but the thoughts came pouring in like the water.

  What was the “something very important” Philip wanted to talk to me about?

  Britney didn’t tell me much about what she was working on, except that it had to do with some kind of high-profile person in the city. There was still some protectiveness over people’s scoops and stories at Global Eye.

  I hadn’t had the chance to work on something really interesting, the kind of stuff I dreamed about writing when I was younger or when I was in school.

  I mean news and features that really moved people or shocked them.

  Something that got them to *feel* something.

  But at Global Eye it seemed all I got were the leftover stories for news no one cared too much about anyway.

  I know you have to work your way up though, so I stuck to it.

  That’s why I ended up at the party at the club tonight.

  I figured I could network with somebody else in the industry there.