If the looks he was receiving were any indication, the women loved him and the men hated him. Her Mr. December had taken the reunion by storm, and she didn’t think there was anyone in the room who wasn’t affected by him in some way. Had she created a monster?
Emma moved up behind him, sliding her arm around his waist as she moved her hips against his. That’s right, baby. I saw Dirty Dancing at least a dozen times. He stiffened against her for a moment until he recognized her. He turned, pulling her against him, chest to chest. He whispered in her ear as they danced together, “Interesting friends.”
“I didn’t see you complaining when Jill grabbed a handful of your ass.” Beside her, Madison raised a brow. Whoops, maybe that was a little louder than she had planned. Jill seemed to be oblivious, though.
Brant circled his tongue around the shell of her ear as he replied, “I only want your hand on my ass, baby. I think Jill knows that now.”
The desire she had been battling all evening came surging back, and she felt with certainty that if she didn’t have him soon, she would explode. She wasn’t sure whether a person could actually die of horniness, but it wasn’t a risk she was willing to take. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him toward the nearest exit. She heard her friends cheering her on and knew her intentions must be obvious. When they made it into the night air, she took a deep breath. Beside her, Brant put a hand against the small of her back and asked, “What’s up? Are you feeling sick?”
Shaking her head, Emma pulled his lips down to hers and started devouring his mouth like the starving, sex-crazed person she had become. Brant moaned against her, backing her into a secluded corner of the building before pulling her tightly against him. As with most of their encounters, slow and sweet wasn’t in the cards. It was frantic, hot and bordering on insanity. When Brant ran his hand under her dress and snapped the delicate thread of her thong, she attempted to clamp her legs around his waist. Tonight, though, he had other ideas. He turned her to face the wall behind them and braced her hands against it. The sound of his zipper lowering was magnified in the quiet surrounding them. She heard him curse under his breath as he fumbled with a condom. His fingers probed between her legs. When he was satisfied that she was more than ready, he pushed into her from behind. The angle provided a deep penetration that had her on the verge of orgasm with just one thrust. He held still for a moment, letting her adjust before retreating. She pushed her hips against his, soon meeting him thrust for thrust. His large hands cupped her breasts, squeezing the nipples to the point of pain as his hips slammed into hers over and over.
Emma heard the sound of car doors just as her body started to spasm. Brant put his hand against her mouth, and she bit into his finger to stifle the sounds of her scream as she climaxed. Behind her, she heard Brant’s muffled curse as he exploded inside her. He continued to slide his cock in and out of her, slowly bringing them both back from the edge. She collapsed against the wall of his chest, grateful for the support that it offered.
“Fuck, that was off the charts,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss against her neck. She nodded her agreement, still too out of breath to reply. He braced her body with one hand, while he pulled his trousers up and zipped them with the other hand. She felt him stroke the curve of her ass before he pulled her dress down. “I think you and I need to find a restroom before we go back in. Right now, it’s obvious what we’ve been up to.”
Emma agreed with him even though going inside was the last thing she wanted to do. She would have loved nothing better than to curl up in Brant’s arms and spend the rest of the night there. If she did, though, Madison was sure to tell her mother, who would tell Emma’s mother, and the gossip would go on and on. She also hated to leave without telling her friend good-bye since she so rarely got to see her anymore. She stifled a giggle as Brant reached down to pick up her ruined underwear and put them in his pocket. He gave her a wolfish grin as they both straightened their clothing to a decent level before walking back in the side door.
Luckily, the restrooms were close to the entrance and mostly deserted. Emma did what she could to restore order to her appearance and walked back out to find Brant waiting for her. He dropped a kiss onto her forehead before leading her inside. Emma felt almost sad as they rejoined the group of her friends. After believing that she detested Brant for so long, she was now facing the undeniable truth that there was more between them than simple contempt. Standing in front of him, pulled against his chest and anchored there with his arms, she wished more than ever that this was real.
She didn’t want to pretend anymore. She wanted whatever had been happening between them this weekend to continue. Her heart was going to break on Monday morning when she walked into the office and Brant treated her like nothing more than his assistant. Shit! This had been a bad idea from the start. Life was so much easier before. They might not have had a great relationship, but it was one that they both understood. He didn’t like her and she didn’t like him. They both mostly enjoyed their verbal wordplay, but that was it. Truth be told, the arguments with Brant made her job more interesting. Even when he pissed her off, things were never boring. She put in the transfer requests only because she knew he wouldn’t approve them. She wasn’t sure what she would do if he ever did. Now, though, she was forced to admit the horrible truth that she had been denying, even to herself: She was in love with Brant Stone and had been for a while. He was everything she said that she hated, but it was a lie. She loved him right down to his boring black suits and matching, nondescript ties. She was in so much trouble.
Brant discreetly removed Jill’s hand as it crept closer to his crotch yet again. He thought he had made himself clear to her earlier when she had grabbed his ass on the dance floor. He had nicely but firmly told her he was involved with Emma and he wasn’t interested. She had handled that pretty well until she had tossed back another half-dozen drinks. Actually, the whole crowd was consuming alcohol as if they had just been threatened with Prohibition at midnight.
Emma’s friends had settled into a table in the back of the room and, unfortunately, Jill had immediately taken the vacant seat on the other side of him. She told him all about her husband dumping her for another woman. He figured her husband probably got tired of having his cock grabbed in public and packed his bags.
Emma had been quiet after their spontaneous combustion against the side of the building. He had been on the verge of asking her if she was feeling okay when Madison jumped up and pulled Emma out of her seat. Soon they were on the dance floor doing some dirty dancing moves that had him breaking out into a cold sweat. How could he possibly be hard again this soon? It had nothing to do with Jill’s wandering hands and everything to do with the siren in the white dress looking at him so provocatively as she danced with her friend. Damn it, she was killing him. He barely recognized who he was at this point. He had torn up the dance floor with a group of strangers, thanking God along the way that he watched Dancing With the Stars often enough to function. He had slow danced with a woman with at least five sets of hands, and he had fucked Emma outside against a building for anyone to see. This was not him at all. He wasn’t a man led around by his penis or his heart. He felt completely out of control and yet . . . he couldn’t remember enjoying anything in recent memory as much as he had enjoyed this weekend with Emma. Could he turn something from make-believe to real? Did he really want to go there with her?