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Their final destination was the luxurious nightclub, Cavalli, where they danced till the crack of dawn. The club was an exclusive one that was known to stock the most expensive champagne in the world, the Louis Roederer, Millennium Cristal Brut 1990. Dean met some friends with whom he interacted for a while, leaving Kayla to enjoy her champagne.
“Hey come on let’s dance,” Dean said drawing Kayla onto the dance floor. “Hope you’re not drunk.”
“I’m not. I’ve learnt my lesson. But that was some good champagne.” Kayla drawled moving sensually to the music.
Dean looked mouthwateringly sexy in black jeans and a black button-up shirt un-tacked. So handsome, virile, and so masculine a man, any woman would wish to have him for themselves. Kayla had to make a conscious effort to stop herself from dragging him onto the floor and having her way with him in front of all the people in there. All she could comfortably do was rub against his hot body.
“I must have taken in more than I thought.” Kayla purred, knowing she was losing her inhibitions.
Dean knew he was in trouble when Kayla twined her arms around his neck and started rotating and grinding her hips in rhythm with the music. Her fluid and sensual movement was the epitome of dirty dancing. Dean was so aroused he bit his lip till he tasted blood. Damn Cole! He moved his hands from her back to her hips and rocked back against her, bending his head to kiss her ear.
A cry of pure unadulterated need escaped Kayla’s lips when she felt Dean’s wet tongue on her ear, tracing her helix. Her vision blurred. She could feel Dean’s throbbing erection rubbing against her. Kayla was so wet she was worried she would start dripping onto the floor. Her need for Dean was so strong she was ready to damn the consequence and fuck the shit out of him.
Dean knew they had to get out of there before he lost control before he fucked her right there on the dance floor.
“Kay…”
“Yes, Dean.” Kayla breathed as she lifted beautiful glazed green eyes to his, her lips slightly parted. All dean wanted to do was lean forward and capture those sweet soft lips with his. He leaned in and heard her breath hitch in her throat, her lips trembling with obvious arousal.
“I really can’t help it.” He whispered, now mere inches from her parted lips. He felt a sudden tightness in his chest, an emotion that gripped his throat and had him staring at her with a need to never have her out of his sight? Where the fuck did that come from, Dean asked himself.
Kayla’s gaze which was fixed on his flicked down to his lips and she let out a sexy little whimper that went straight to Dean’s cock, making it jerk. That was it for Dean. With a groan he closed the distance between their lips and crushed his mouth over hers, and then proceeded to kiss the living daylights out of her.
Dean could feel her trembling against him, her fingers pulling at his hair as his lips ate at hers. Her throaty moans only fueled his hunger. He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t kiss her deeply enough, strongly enough. Heat exploded inside his body, pouring to his cock, hardening it even more.
Moaning lustfully, Kayla allowed herself to be swept away with the kiss. She couldn’t believe just how much she had missed those exquisite lips against hers. Dean’s kiss was confident, skilled, and just the right side of aggressive to turn her on wildly. She was desperate, going out of her mind with want. They both knew they had to stop what was going on before things got out of hand but couldn’t bring themselves to release each other’s lips. It felt like hours before they came up for air. Kayla was trembling and trying to get some air into her lungs and Dean’s breathing was erratic.
“Let’s get out of here Kay.” Dean husked drawing a dazed and aroused Kayla after him as he pulled out his phone from his pocket to instruct the chauffeur to meet them out front.
Their chauffeur pulled up immediately they got outside and quickly jumped out to open the door for them but Dean beat him to it. By the time he got into the backseat beside Kayla, the car was already in motion. Kayla didn’t waste any time in moving to straddle Dean. She ground against his erection, drawing a groan from him.
“Fuck baby.” He clenched his teeth and fought against the need. The need to fuck her long, deep, and slow, until they were both screaming in release. He had never been so turned on in his life.
Lifting her head, she looked up into his eyes, pouring all the invitation into her gaze that she knew how. She wanted him and she wanted him now. Waiting didn’t seem to be a viable option.
“God, Dean, I’m so wet,” Kayla whispered. She needed him. Knew he also wanted her. But she could sense Dean holding back. If it was going to take her begging for him to give her what she craved…what only he could give her, then so be it. “Please, Dean.” Her tongue came out to lick her lips which were trembling with so much emotion.
Dean froze, staring down at her. His perfectly shaped lips parted as his gaze dropped to her mouth, watching her pink tongue leave a trail of moisture. With a low growl, he cupped her nape, leaned forward, and captured those sexy lips with his, giving Kayla a ravenous kiss. When Kayla trapped his tongue and sucked on it erotically, Dean totally lost it. He slid his hand between them and cupped Kayla’s heated panty-covered pussy, smiling into their kiss when he heard her sigh. Even in the heat of passion, she was so adorable.
He gripped the band circling her hips and tore the fragile material from her, the scraps of fabric easily ripping from her body. After quickly pushing the pantie into his breast pocket, he covered her wet heat with his fingers and groaned even as Kayla moaned lustfully. But just as he was about to start torturing Kayla with those wicked fingers, the chauffeur interrupted by loudly clearing his throat.
“We are here Sir.” He said, making them conscious of where they were. “Would you want me to drive around Sir?”
Dean groaned and removed his fingers from where they just lay against Kayla. “No, thanks,” Dean said tightly and got out of the car, taking note of how shaky Kayla looked. Surely he couldn’t leave her like that. That would be cruel he thought.
They got on the elevator with another couple, who couldn’t keep their hands off each other. By the time they got to Kayla’s suite, Dean had resolved to do the right thing. If he was going to get anywhere with Kayla, he had to be able to control his lust. Kayla was trembling so much she couldn’t swipe her card. Dean gently took it from her and opened the door.
“Would you like to…” Kayla looked hopefully at Dean.
“I’ll see you later Kay,” Dean said leaning down to kiss her on both cheeks. “Get some sleep.” And with that, Dean closed the door softly between them and walked away to his suite, cursing Cole the whole time. Turning away from Kayla was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life.