I ate the olive and stabbed another one, lifting it to his lips this time. I stepped between his legs and pressed my free hand into the swell of his chest.

He took care of himself... good.

"I'm always looking for a new experience, but so many people promise explosive opportunity and yet just can't seem to follow through." I rubbed the olive along his lips, watching him for movement.

The moment he moved to eat it, I jerked it away and sucked it into my mouth as he chuckled. "Your point, pretty girl. It's only one you'll get. I'm too competitive to hand you another one."

I gave him the most seductive look I had, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth as I let my eyes run down his body, resting on the curve at the front of his slacks and letting out a needy sigh.

"Looks like I'll have to just take them from you then."

"You think?" He slid a hand onto my hip and tugged me forward, leaving me flush against him.

I turned my hips a bit to rub myself against him. He had to know I was judging his worth by his size. Yep... he would do beautifully. Everything I wanted for the night.

Looks, money and a big cock.

"You've made your first mistake... don't make another."

"Or what?" His strong fingers slid into my hair. "You gonna punish me?"

"In more ways than you can imagine." I smiled and gently tugged myself out of his hold.

2 - Asher

A mistake? What mistake?

I started to ask as she pulled away from me, but let it go for the moment. Letting her know her seductive antics were dragging me in already wasn't smart, and was not going to happen. I had to play my cards right with this one, and she seemed to know what she was doing.

She turned toward the dance floor and I let myself take in the long stretch of her pretty legs, the full curve of her hips and her thin waist. Wavy chestnut locks rolled down her taut back covering her narrow shoulders beautifully. A shudder ran through me and I stifled it as best I could, instead of standing and moving up beside her.

"I've not seen you here before. First time?" I kept my eyes on the dance floor, locking onto a couple who seemed to be showing the world the best way to fuck with clothes on.

"I come all the time, but you don't." That soft laugh left her again.

I glanced toward her, unable to help myself. The warmth of her brown eyes told me quickly that there was more to the package than she revealed for a one night stand. Her makeup was pristine, her features accentuated beautifully—yet I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like in the early morning light with a scrubbed face, tousled hair and sleepy eyes.

Stop it. Behaving is for another time. Tonight will be my last release. Tomorrow I'll start my search for a wife. Tonight...

"Cat got your tongue, handsome?" She lifted an eyebrow and turned toward me, sliding her hand down the lapel of my jacket. "Come dance with me. No tongue required for that."

"No? Dang. I was more than willing to offer to use it." I winked and reached up, taking her hand and moving past her, walking toward the dance floor.

My stomach tightened as I turned and pulled her to me, the smile on her pretty face accelerating my need to watch her come into overdrive.

How beautiful would she be for me? Back arched and mouth slightly open as her eyes closed and she groaned my name?

The sexy little thing slid her hands up my chest and moved into me, turning just as I reached for her hips. Her ass pressed against the front of my budding erection and rolled over it a few times. She wanted to be in charge, but I wasn't so sure that was a good idea.

Grabbing her hips tightly, I jerked her against me and pressed my mouth against her ear. "Slow. I like it slow so the buildup leaves me thinking it might never come, but oh... when it does."

I ran my nose over her ear as she shuddered and slowed herself, dancing against me at the rhythm I demanded of her.

She was perfect. The sweet smell of her perfume was subtle. It kept bubbling up and rolling over me, drawing me to want to breathe her in, only to waft away. There was nothing bitchy or arrogant about her, yet she seemed confident and self-assured.  Just as she had seemed while I’d watched her before approaching.

I wonder what she does for a living.

The music changed and she moved from me, turning to smile over her shoulder as she approached a small riser in the stage in front of us. Large poles rose from several places in the floor, but the one in front of me had all of my attention. She didn't hesitate at all to turn her back to it and slide down, her ass surely hugging either side of it.

I slipped my hands into my slacks and swallowed hard as I nodded at her. "Dance for me."

To watch her was almost more than I could bear. Her small breasts were perfect. Just enough to fill my hands, my mouth. Just right to tease and play with until she slapped me away or forced me lower.

I licked at my lips as she spun around the pole, her arm strength a bit of a surprise, and yet every move she made was fluid and sensual. Like I'd just run into a naughty ballerina. Her legs locked onto the pole and she tilted her body back, her hair falling beneath her, leaving her tight thighs and the curvy tops of her breasts on display for me.

She's done this before. Lots of times.

And yet... something about her screamed refined. She didn't look like the type of girl who would climb onto a pole in a nightclub and dry hump it for attention, but here she was... putting on a show for me. I needed to get a pole in the house so I could see her in full motion without that beautiful dress that fit her so well.

My cock jumped as she turned and her eyes locked onto mine, the sexy smile on her full lips telling me that I was sure to be the luckiest guy in the bar that night. I'd been lucky many times, but those bitches were brainless, just slutty girls that wanted another night of pleasure, and I was happy to oblige.

However, this one was different. She looked like she wanted to tease me until I broke in front of her.

I should walk away. This isn't who I want to be anymore. I no longer want to be that man who takes and uses, and ends up desolate and alone at the end of the night. Or the end of his life. I'm thirty-five. It's time to grow up.

The sharp grip of her fingers on my wrist pulled me from the depressing thoughts that plagued me. Geoff's funeral had been earlier that afternoon and the quick trip to the bar was only for a drink and some company, to neutralize the depressing thoughts of the day, without having to focus on anyone in particular.

"I'm not sure where you're going, but I want you here with me," she whispered and pulled my hands around her waist, leaving them to rest on the top curve of her tight ass.

"Long day." I slid them down farther, realizing that I was trapped and not minding too much after all. She wanted a night of fucking for one reason or another. If she was going to choose me to be the one to give it to her, I wasn't going to complain.

"Well, it's over now, so stay here with me and forget everything else." She pressed herself against me and I groaned quietly.

Her softness melded perfectly against the tight body I'd forged in the gym as if by design. I leaned down and brushed my lips up the side of her neck, licking at her ear and breathing in deeply. "Fuck, you smell so good."

"I taste better." She turned and hovered in front of me, her lips so close to mine I could almost taste her on my tongue. She might prove to be the death of me if I didn't get her out of the club soon and spread my sentiments across her skin.