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gave him a questioning look, “What, you buying some girl a drink? No, definitely not. Now go before she disappears.”

His expression turned angry at my words and I looked at him completely confused.

“Why are you looking at me like I pissed in your Cheerios?”

He shook his head and turned away, “No reason, I’m going to go talk to her, maybe if I play my cards right I’ll even get laid. That’d make you happy wouldn’t it?”

My eyes widened in shock at his words. Logan had never spoken to me about women like that.

“Um, sure. Whatever makes you happy.”

He gave me one last glare before walking over to her, leaving me alone and completely confused. I started walking back to the table trying to figure out what had just happened. I had no idea what I said to make him so mad.

Just as I reached the edge of the dance floor, I felt hands wrap around my waist and I was pulled back into a warm hard body. I instantly knew it was Drake as my body started tingling at the contact.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I turned to look at him and my breath caught at how close his face was to mine. I pulled away slightly, trying to remember how to breathe. “I’m tired, I was going to go sit down at our table for a while.”

He shook his head as he pulled me against him, “No way, you’ve already danced with Amber and Logan, I think it’s my turn. I mean after all, I was the one who gave you a ride tonight.”

His eyes twinkled in amusement as the double meaning sunk in.

“I don’t know, that ride was awful quiet and awkward. It was kind of quick too.”

I smiled sweetly at him as he laughed, “Come on, dance with me.”

I nodded as he settled his hands low on my waist. I started moving in time with the music, brushing against him. He turned me so I was facing away from him and I started grinding my ass against his pelvis. My body hummed at the close contact as I slowly slid down his body and back up, lifting my arms above my head and wrapping them around his neck as he slid his hands from my waist down to my thighs and back up again.

We continued to dance tight against each other and I felt him growing hard behind me. Feeling him like that shot lightening straight between my legs and I moaned, laying my head back onto his chest as I pushed myself back tighter against his now bulging cock. He lowered his head so that his lips brushed my neck, then my ear, “Do you feel what you’re doing to me, dancing like that?”

I moaned again as his hands slid between us to cup my bottom.

“You’re one of the sexiest women I have ever seen and you have no idea just how beautiful you are do you? You have no clue the effect you have on men, on me.”

All thoughts of ignoring my feeling for Drake suddenly disappeared at his words. I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck, my breathing shallow. I stood on my toes so that I was eye level with him, leaning in to kiss him. I stopped when our lips were a centimeter apart.

“Do you want to kiss me?” His breath tickled my lip as he spoke.

Before I could respond, Logan appeared out of nowhere and shoved Drake away from me. I had been leaning into him and I stumbled as he fell backward. Logan reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me into his chest.

“Chlooooe! Are you ok? I’ve got ya baby girl,” Logan slurred into my ear.

I could smell alcohol on his breath as I untangled myself from his arms and stepped away from him. “What are you doing Logan? Are you drunk?”

He stumbled forward and reached for my arm again but I pulled away.

“No way Chloe, I’m not drunk! I’m fine, I saw that asshole,” he pointed at Drake, who had come up to stand behind me looking extremely pissed off, “trying to maul you so I came to help.”

His eyes were glazed over and he swayed as he spoke. There was no doubt about it, he was drunk. He had obviously thrown several shots back to get this wasted in the short period of time since I had left him.

“Drake was not mauling me, we were just dancing. And you are definitely drunk