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Finally, feeling better about herself and life in general, she headed to the bathroom for a quick stop before heading home.

Out of habit, she fixed her makeup on the way out of the bathroom. Sliding a quick coat of lip gloss on, she opened the door, head down, slipping the tube back into her satin clutch, and collided with someone passing by. The tube went flying, forgotten, as she looked up into a mesmerizing set of brown eyes. A warm hand came up and grabbed her elbow.

"Steady, girl." His warm voice purred into her ear.

Tingles shot along her arm from where he touched her.

"Sorry!" She blushed, quickly dipping down to retrieve her lip gloss.

He stood and watched her kneel in front of him. As her fingers touched the tube, she recognized her position in front of him and gasped, glancing at the bulge in his jeans, and then up at his face, her face turning a shade darker. He grinned down at her, and winked. He bent and rescued the tube her suddenly inept fingers were grasping at.

"You dropped this." He hummed into her ear, warm breath swirling into her brain and down her spine. He placed it in her fingers, turned, and disappeared into the crowd.

Alison stood and shook her head slightly to snap out of her daze. She walked quickly to the bar and ordered a shot of brandy, downing it in a single swallow and gasping as it burned its way down her throat. She felt a sudden touch at her back and turned, looking up at the stranger again.

She opened her mouth to ask what he needed, and then his mouth was on hers, tongue stroking into her mouth as her eyes drifted shut. His hands pulled her closer around the waist, pressing her into his body and letting her feel his distinctive bulge against her stomach, throbbing with the music.

Abruptly coming to her senses, she pulled away, hand flying back to smack him for his impertinence. He caught her wrist and laughed, cupping her cheek.

"Alis! Don't you recognize me?"

She looked closer. Only one person had every called her Alis. "Ben? Ben Frank?"

He nodded, still smiling.

"Ben!" She gave him a quick hug. "I haven't seen you since...oh, like 7th grade!"

"I know." He flashed an apologetic smirk. "Sorry for being so forward, but I've always wanted to do that."

She smiled and blushed. "It's alright." She gave him glance, up and down, taking in his solid frame and sleek muscles covered in a black t-shirt and dark jeans. "Wow, you've really grown up!"

He nodded. "Yep! It happens!"

She smiled back, unsure of what to say next. He took it in his own hands, grasping her by the elbow and pulling her onto the dance floor.

"Dance with me."

She started to move her body slowly, finding the rhythm of the music. The song ended quickly and the DJ started a new one with a heavy beat, sending its way down her shoulders, into her legs. Ben slid his hand to the small of her back, pulling her closer as they continued dancing. He was a good dancer, using the music to move her body. She quickly relaxed, moving with him, head falling back and her eyes closing as she gave herself over to the beat, feeling it strum along her skin and pool deep in her belly.

As the third song started, she felt his mouth on her neck, kissing and nibbling softly as their bodies moved together, his leg between her legs, his hand sliding down onto the upper part of her ass. She tensed, starting to pull away. His hand tightened, pulling her closer as he bit down on the tendon joining her neck and shoulder, growling softly.

"Stop fighting it," he hissed into her ear, following his words with a soft flick of his tongue.

She shivered. He chuckled, his hand sliding down to cup her ass, using her body to grind against his hardening cock, his mouth returning to her neck.

He bit down again, sucking at the tender skin.

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