Like what you see?
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The universe worked in mysterious ways. She has been killing herself for the past two days trying to cook up ways to meet and seduce this man, and here he is willingly presenting himself. Who ever thought it would be this easy.
"Hello?? Uhm." The bartender said, clearing his throat. "Lady and gentleman, I'm still here, you know, right in front of you in case you forgot or have not noticed."
"Nope, we did not forget, now would you stop interrupting?" Damien replied.
Someone needed to tell him that!
"So will you? Please, baby." he seemed desperate.
Oh hell yeah! She would not miss this opportunity for the world. After tonight, she would get this man to marry her.
"Yes," she said, trying not to sound desperate herself.
She heard the bartender sighed. Poor guy must be frustrated with being ignored.
She turned and winked at him, and he rolled his eyes. Whatever. No one cares about you.
"So you wanna leave now or stay a little longer? I would like to dance with you if I could."
"Leaving now sounds good. I'm too exhausted to dance." Pfft, exhausted indeed. She needed to save the energy for something far more urgent.
"Fine, then let's leave!" Damien said, standing up and taking her hand.
As they made to leave, the bartender interrupted again. "How about your drink, ma'am?" Before she could reply, Damien brought out some money and dropped it on the counter.
"Keep it and keep the change."
They were out of the club a few minutes later and now heading toward his car. He stopped at the Lamborghini Sian.
Good Lord. A freaking Lamborghini Sian.
He opened the passenger door, waited for her to settle in before closing the door.
He walked around to the driver side, opened the door, got in and shut the door. He put the car key in the ignition and made it to start the car.
She placed her hand on top of his, stopping him. Damien turned to look at her, and then she took in his looks.
He was so handsome. Celine wondered why she had not noticed all this while.
It was probably because her focus was on his money.
He was better looking close up than in the pictures she saw in the magazines. His eyes were brown. He had thick and neat eyebrows. High cheekbones, but not too high. He possessed gritty stubble scattered all over his jaw and below his nose, not necessarily a mustache. His face screamed masculinity, a feature she not just liked but loved in men.
"Like what you see?" So he was cheesy too. She thought to herself.
He was giving her that heart-melting smile again.
Oh, to hell with decency. She was starting with the foreplay right here in the car. Grabbing his face, she kissed him.
She moved her lips on his, waiting and desperate for him to respond. He did not.
Had she been too fast and jumped into things too quickly?
Oh no, what has she done? She should have calmed down. He would probably throw her out of his car now. What an i***t she was.
She had messed up her only opportunity. Just as she withdrew, he returned the kiss.
She gasped, the response so sudden. She picked up immediately, kissing Damien the best she could. She needed to make him want her.
Without breaking the kiss, she climbed on top of his lap. Her legs spread out to accommodate his body in between.
She felt his hardness on her, the feeling instantly making her go crazy. Pressing her body closer to him, she deepened the kiss.
It was not just about seducing him. Damn.
She was enjoying every bit of it. When was the last time she was with a man? The whole of it felt new to her.
Damien cupped her right cheek with his right hand, his lips now moving faster on hers. It ripped a moan from her. The kiss silenced it.
She was losing control. She needed to be in control.
She needed to please this man, to give more than she took. Pushing all thoughts from her mind, she tried to concentrate and match his demand. Slowly, she started to rub herself on him. He moaned and broke the kiss.
"We can't do this here."
"Sorry if I am pushing it too far."
"Hell no, you're not, it's just, we will be comfier at my house."
"Oh-your house, right." She said, climbing off his laps and returning to her seat.
With that, Damien started the car, reversed and drove off. She picked up her phone from the floor of the passenger seat, where it fell off in the process of trying to get on Damien's lap. She decided to send a quick text to her aunt to tell her she would not be coming back home tonight.
"Hey love, what's your name?"
"Celine."
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