“Wanna dance?” His breath fanned her ear, and she felt shivers go down her spine, and her eyes almost rolled over in delight.

You hungry sex kitten, the rational part of her started reprimanding her.

Damn, he’s so fine! The horny part of her argued right back as she looked into his eyes, not knowing what to say.

She then tilted her head to the side, indicating her friend whose head was on the counter and who was babbling nonsense.

He called the bartender over, said something in his ear and gave him a hundred bucks.

“He’ll look after her,” he told her before catching her hand in his.

She could not refuse.

Okay, maybe that was a lie. She could always say no and let the evening end that way. But for some reason, the goody-two-shoes she was decided it was time to try something new. Something that was not safe. Something that was forbidden.

She let him guide her, and felt good about losing control, no matter how little – which was not like her at all.

The DJ was playing house at the moment, and so they danced to the rhythm as it came to them.

Then, at one point, Natasha couldn’t tell when exactly, they become glued to one another. She had her hands crossed over his neck, and his were at her waist.

The dance had turned sensual to her utter and complete astonishment and pleasure.

It was something she had hoped for upon seeing him enter the club, but it had been merely wishful thinking on her part. She did not expect it to happen.

And yet, there they were.

She was dripping wet for him, and considering the lightning of the club, she started to wonder if they could do it in some dark corner without attracting anyone’s attention. Could she do it? Dare she take the first step?

He was looking her in the eyes, and his stare was an unbelievable turn-on.

He was the bad boy, and she was the good girl. They were total opposites…

But opposites attract one another, her mind immediately reasoned.

And their attraction for one another was undeniable.

She felt herself blush under his stare, for she imagined that he could somehow know what she was thinking about.

She saw him lean in ever-so-slowly, and she dampened her lips in expectation. His eyes were almost black, but never had they looked more mesmerizing to her. She dare not break their eye-contact, fearing this was an opportunity that would never come her way again, an opportunity that she should not miss… even if she was dating someone, and that someone happened to be his younger brother.

His lips brushed hers softly, and she creamed even more if that was possible. Unable to stop her lust for him and her desire for more, she nibbled gently on his bottom lip. He opened his mouth for her to explore, their tongues started to dance together, and his hands started roaming her body.

The next thing she knew, her back was against a solid wall. He had slowly guided her there, and she had been none the wiser.

“Daniel,” she moaned between kisses, when they parted for breath.

“Hmm,” his tongue invaded her mouth, tasting every little nook and cranny it could reach.

She felt as if her knees were about to give in. Before they did, almost as if he predicted it, he stroked her legs before hitching them up, hooking them over his waist.

She felt the evidence of his desire right at her moist entrance, and wished she was a witch with the ability to make their clothes disappear.

She wanted him. Right then. Right there.

She wanted him in her, fast and hard.

She wanted him, period. Consequences be damned!

And obviously, he wanted her too.

One of his hands travelled up her leg, and reached down under her dress. She trembled under his experienced touch and moaned his name once more.

“Say how much you want me,” he told her gruffly.

“I want you badly,” she replied, breathless, on the verge of tears and mental breakdown. That was the extent of his effect on her.

His hand travelled further up. “How badly?”

“Bad enough that I wouldn’t mind joining the exhibitionist club right now,” she let out huskily, looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

He nibbled at her ear at that. And at the same moment, his hand reached her hot cavern.

“You’re so wet,” he observed, obviously taking pride in the effect he had on her.

She nodded, “For you.”

He stroked her through the thin fabric of her lace panty, and she felt her desire reach a previously unknown peak. He then inserted a finger inside her, and she moaned rather loudly. He silenced her with an open-mouthed kiss.

“I don’t want anyone looking at what’s mine,” he stated hotly.

Those were the words she had been waiting for apparently, for she closed her eyes in delight, and let herself be overwhelmed by this hot lecturer of hers.

A little pinch to the little bundle of nerves that sat atop her slick entrance, and she cummed hard, her hands gripping his forearms as if she feared she might fall.

She had never cummed this fast, or this intensely.

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Daniel had watched Natasha go through all the stages of fulfillment, from blatant desire to hot orgasm. And he had to admit he had never had a partner that was so responsive.

When she finally reopened her eyes, all he could see in them was feminine ecstasy. “Let me take care of you,” she told him, her hand reaching out for his belt.

He tsk’ed at that, and told her, eyes ablaze, “You will make me cum, some time during this week, but by the muscles that had gripped my finger earlier. And nothing else.”

There was authority in his voice.

And if it had been any other man, she would have probably been outraged. But he could see in her eyes no anger. It seemed like his words only made her hornier instead.

And then he saw the doubt in her eyes, the guilt too.