Chapter 13

　　Sam doesn’t hesitate, and they stand up and follow me to the dance floor, except Amy who gestures to sit on the barstool instead.

　　“Show me your moves, princess,” I whisper to her ear, and it’s a wrong move when she shivers—the moment I inhale her scent, I don’t want to stay away from her—her smell alone tingles my skin.

　　I grab her waist closer to me, and we start moving and follow the rhythm of the music. She places her hands on my chest. I can feel the thundering of my heartbeat against her palm. My mouth dries instantly, and I have to lick my lips so often.

　　She looks flushed—maybe she feels the same way. Her eyes glimmer. Then she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

　　When she reopens, my breathing stops. My stupid cock is instantly hard as a rock. I can see her eyes are flooding with lust, or maybe it’s the effect of the alcohol she drunk.