Somewhere in the midst of my spectacle, Betty managed to yank me off Vida and drag me all the way to her office by the ear—like an errant kid about to get his ass whooped. I suspect if she could’ve taken the belt to my ass like my momma used to do, she would’ve without question. You see, Betty didn’t quite care for us kissing or making out with clients, in fact she preferred us not to at all—which I’m sure you guessed already from the fifteen minute VIP rule—but Vida was too delicious for me to play by the rules.

I had to taste her.

#noregrets

Regardless of the new one my boss had torn me, all day, every day for the next week, Vida was all I could think about.

Her eyes.

Her lips.

Her tight little body gyrating in my lap.

Her fucking everything.

I couldn’t get the woman out of my head, had her ingrained in every thought to the point I thought I was possessed. And we hadn’t gone any further than that kiss. Can you imagine if I’d actually buried my cock inside her?

Fuck me.

Not the smartest thing to be thinking about as I rolled my hips against the stage, all but feeling her beneath me. The screams that resounded from the audience only made me go harder, a concept my dick did not appreciate in the slightest when the closest thing in reach was the glimmering floor. Fucker was pounding by the time Sex Therapy faded out and the signature blue lights dimmed low.

Once the stage was bathed in darkness, I hustled my way behind the ebony curtain, palming down the Vida-induced hard-on I’d given myself for the third time that evening. I didn’t even bother heading back into the dressing room for a break. I needed a drink, something strong as fuck to distract me from all this ridiculousness. Several tables called for me, but I kept on at a steady pace, flashing them grins and a wink along the way to sate them for the moment. They could wait. If there was any hope of me doing my job, I needed my head on straight, or at least straight enough that Vida wasn’t my every thought while another woman stuffed bills under the waistband of my jeans.

But as I closed in on the bar, I skidded to a stop at the sight not twenty feet away from me.

Vida.

Vida in this black strappy cut off top and tight leather knee length skirt that only showed off enough to make my head spin. And don’t get me started on those fuck me heels I could very vividly imagine digging into my back. I was blatantly ogling her—more like drooling if I’m being honest—and when those green orbs met mine, I swear I felt them burn right through me, down to the tips of my toes. Sucking in a deep breath, Vida spun around in a flurry, leaving me with a mouth-watering view of her from behind. Loose dirty-blonde waves hung down to her slim waist, accentuating the pert swell of her ass. An ass I wanted in my hands as she made herself come on top of me with her head thrown back, rivulets of sweat dripping down her body…

I couldn’t get to her fast enough. My chest brushed her back, hands instinctively falling to her hips as my lips found their way to the shell of her ear.

“Back for another dance, I see?”

Vida shivered in my grasp, her fingers clasping the edge of the bar for dear life. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out except for this squeaky little gasp as I traced the curve of her neck with the tip of my nose.

“Answer me,” I pressed, spinning her around to face me.

“No.”

“No, you won’t answer the question or no is the answer to the question?”

“No is the answer to the question,” she murmured.

Lies.

“Somehow, I find that hard to believe, sweetheart.” I smirked, my lips hovering over hers as I trapped her body in my grasp.

“Monroe! Get your ass back on the dance floor!” That was Betty barking over the music. “I’m not paying you to find your late-night conquest.”

Flashing her the finger, I kept my eyes on Vida, the smirk on my lips widening in satisfaction as she reddened all the more. There was my confirmation.

“Like I said, I find that hard to believe, but I won’t make you own up to it…yet. Come find me when you’re ready.”

And with that, I left her at the bar, speechless, mouth agape. I didn’t want to peel myself away from her, but Betty was watching me like a hawk, and with two of the boys being out of commission for a while, we were somewhat drowning on really busy nights. Knowing Vida was here, though—to see me nonetheless—ensured I was most definitely going to be far more distracted than I was when the evening started.

August was on stage working his fireman routine while Dare and Gio riled up a 21st birthday party, leaving me to wander the floor from table to table. I’m not sure how much time had passed since walking away from the bar, but at some point during a highly entertaining lap dance, I felt a tap at my shoulder. Glancing back toward the source, a very flushed Vida awaited me, offering nothing more than a coy and slightly tipsy smile.

“I’m ready,” she said without regard for the woman I straddled.

This girl…

I gave her a deliberate once-over and shook my head, trying to hide an appeased smile. “Go check if the room is vacant. I’ll be right there.”

Once again, her smile was the only answer she proffered as she swiveled around and disappeared through the club, my eyes glued to her ass. Every vision that’d consumed me over the last week came flooding back with a quickness. I could hardly wait to get my hands on her. As soon as one song faded into the next, I finished off the stay-at-home-mom beneath me with a bang and hustled my way to VIP faster than I had in the three years I’d worked here. She was there waiting beside the bouncer who simply nodded and stood aside to let us by.

“So you did come back for another dance,” I mused aloud as I led us down the short hallway and pushed open the door.

“No, but now that I’m here and I’ve had a few drinks, I figured why the hell not.”

The sassiness in her tone sprung me into action before I could think. I was on her faster than either one of us anticipated, pressing her face-front against the entryway.

“You know I’m not buying that. Tell me why we’re here.”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged, her breath hitching as I trailed my hands along her curves.

“Lie to yourself, Vida. You know exactly why you’re here. Tell me.”

“I want more.”

“More of what?”

“Of you,” her voice shook slightly, “last weekend left me—“

“Crazy?” I hedged.

At her nod, a feral growl escaped me. My fingers pulled the zipper of her skirt, guiding the tight fabric down her legs until she was no longer confined. Black strappy panties with a little bow greeted me and I nearly fucking lost it, spinning her around with a quickness to scoop her up and shove her back into the door.

“I got one tiny taste of you. One,” I bit her neck, “and it left me fucking starving. What the hell did you do to me?”

“Whatever you did to me,” she breathed out, tossing her head to one side, granting me better access to that delicate slope.

My lips were there in a nanosecond, stamping wet, sloppy kisses with nips of my teeth in between as I walked us to the couch. Dropping down onto the plush cushion with her in my lap, I ravished her mouth like a man starved, one hand in her hair, the other taking hold of her ass. She matched me tit for tat through her own assault of feverish kisses that had my dick anxiously twitching beneath my jeans.

“I don’t usually do anything like this.” Vida murmured suddenly, prompting me to pull away and look her dead in the eye.

The expression I saw there was entirely serious and honestly, it didn’t surprise me one bit. I think I’d known it all along because as gorgeous as she was, Vida didn’t strike me as the type of woman who went out looking for a one night stand often, if ever at all.

So what was this about then?

“Then why are we here?” I asked again, trying and miserably failing not to drag my hands over her body.

“I told you, because I need more. I need you…”

“Vida, I—”

“Don’t.” She set a finger to my lips. “I know it’s insane but God, I can’t stop thinking about you, about how you’d feel inside me. That kiss was out of this world explosive and it awoke a side of me I’ve subdued for so long. Please, Jag, just a little taste…”

How the fuck was I supposed to say no to that? That kiss was out of this world explosive…

"You're serious?" My query came out in a rush.

"Very," she said with conviction, and that was literally all I needed before I was digging into my pocket for a condom.

I wasn't about to ask unnecessary questions. She wanted to fuck? We were gonna fuck. I didn't need her to explain why.

Sex was sex.

We all wanted it.

We all needed it.

It didn't need to be as complicated as our generation often made it out to be.

Fishing the foil packet out between two fingers, I passed it to her as I popped the button on my jeans and yanked down the zipper, pulling myself free to her greedy stare. Green eyes went wide, blazing wildly with fiery lust. A cocky smirk played on my lips as I pumped myself slowly, her jaw dropping a little more with every passing moment until she was fumbling to roll the latex on me.

"Take these off for me," I demanded, slipping a finger under her panties.

But she shook her head, shutting her eyes in some blissful state as she pulled the thin material to the side, revealing the prettiest pussy I'd seen in my life. Glistening with her arousal, I had to hold myself back from tossing her onto the couch and burying my face between her legs.

"Don't be a tease," I growled, swiping the head of my cock through her lips. "Take 'em off."

"But what if someone comes in here?"

Fisting her hair in my hand, I yanked her close and pressed my lips to her ear. "The door is locked, Vida. No one is going to come in here. Stop overthinking it and just take my dick already. I promise I'm gonna fuck you so good, you won't regret it."

She glanced between us, her lip caught between her teeth, and then she was easing onto my length with exquisite slowness. I groaned hungrily, relishing the feel of her warmth enveloping me; how tight she was, how her head lolled back with every inch she took, how she moaned. Even with the condom rolled in place, she felt fucking amazing, my hands gripping her hips to seat her on me in entirety. She gasped as I filled her to the hilt, sighing something intelligible over the sounds of “Unforgettable.”

But what could be heard loud and clear was the abrupt banging on the door, stilling her above me.

“Yo, Jag, you’ve been in there forever, bro! Get your ass moving before Betty catches on,” said Dare’s exasperated voice.

Vida gave me a weary, frustrated look, one I quickly destroyed with a desperate kiss…because while our time in this room had been exhausted beyond belief, this thing between us was far from fucking over…