| Distraction

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A waitress with a tray full of shots walked past them and leaned down while Antonio and Daniel each took a glass. When Vanessa tried to reach for one, Antonio waved the waitress away, leaving Vanessa empty-handed. By the way, she pouted and crossed her arms, I knew she was pissed off. I couldn't stop myself from smiling. She was cute when she was pissed off. She was cute when she smiled too. She was always cute, no matter what she did. I'm such a fucking weirdo.  

    For the next hour and a half, I sat there and watched a lot of them. Daniel had three girls draped over him like Sunday morning's laundry. Antonio was watching a woman dance on the table in front of him, giving him his show. Lucky son of a bitch. 

    What I did notice was Vanessa had been going to the ladies' room quite a lot during the last hour. Something else I noticed too—which her brothers didn't—was she had been sneaking in shots en route to and from the ladies' room. Clever girl.  

    The bartender placed another drink in front of me, and I thanked him without looking his way. I was too busy watching Vanessa looking as hot as fuck in her black dress.  

    She leaned toward Daniel and said something to him. He nodded, and she walked to the stairs to the bottom floor. 

    The way she looked and the way she walked was like she owned everyone and everything around her. Men strained their necks to get a better look at her, yet she was completely oblivious. She didn't notice all the inconspicuous glances her way, but I did. I noticed all the fucking assholes drooling after her like slobbering dogs, and it made me wish I had the right to punch every one of them in the balls.  

    With every step she took down the stairs, I felt the excitement brewing inside my chest. Or is it in my pants? I didn't know. But what I did know was I wanted to get closer to her, which was why I jumped out of my seat and started pushing and shoving my way through the crowd toward her. 

    The second she took that final step, I was right in front of her, and the way her eyes widened when she saw me made me smile like the Cheshire Cat. 

    "Miss Bologna. What a surprise seeing you here." 

    She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Is it?" 

    "Is it what?" 

    "A surprise?"  

    I stepped closer, the now short distance between us causing me to tower over her. "I guess you'll never know."  

    She looked up at me, and our gazes locked. Suddenly I was hyper-aware that we were surrounded by the smell of alcohol, sweat, and sex. The lights, the music, and the atmosphere all played perfectly together as the entire night existed with one goal in mind—ecstasy. 

    The way her brown eyes darkened, her lips slightly parted, I knew she was aware of it too.  

    Her throat moved as she swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling, and I was wondering—no, hoping—it was because of me, because of how close I was to her. 

    "What are you doing here, Detective?"  

    "This is a club, Miss Bologna. I'm here to have some fun." I didn't inch away. I loved that we were this close, that I could see the faint shimmer of perspiration on her chest running down between her breasts. The way the yellow lights caught the side of her face and made her eyes seem like they had stripes of gold swirling around in them—was almost magical. With her long, dark hair hanging down her naked shoulders, her smooth olive skin begging to be touched, Vanessa looked like a fucking exotic goddess—a goddess I'd like to be buried in balls deep. 

    She flicked her hair over her shoulder. "Somehow, I doubt that." 

    "Don't tell me I don't look like the fun type." 

    "You don't look like the nightclub type," she replied, her eyes never leaving mine. 

    I stepped closer. "What type do I look like?" 

    She glanced down to my mouth then up again. There was a hunger in her eyes. A hunger I was very familiar with since I was fucking ravenous—for her. 

    "The dangerous type," she replied hesitantly.  

    The way her lips moved demanded all my attention. Her full, red lips practically begged me to take them, suck them, and kiss them until they were swollen. 

    "What do you want, Detective?"  

    I couldn't tear my eyes away from her sinfully delicious-looking mouth. "What if I'm not exactly sure what I want?" 

    "Then I'd say it's about time you grow up and figure out what you want." She leaned closer, bringing her lips mere inches from mine. "And then take it." 

    Fuck me. The challenge in her voice and the seduction swirling around in her dark irises sent all my blood straight to my cock. My balls instantly retracted, and I already felt that desire for release starting to barrel up and down my spine. 

    Unable to control my desire for this woman any longer, I reached out and pushed my hand behind her head, grabbing a fistful of her thick, long hair. Her breath came out in a huff, and her lips parted, making me want to thrust my tongue deep down her throat, to tongue-fuck her until we both were unable to breathe. 

    I leaned closer to her ear. "Do not tempt me, Miss Bologna. I might be a detective, but I'm also a man who wouldn't think twice before ripping that dress off you, bending you over, and making that hot little body of yours my fucking playground." 

    To my surprise, she didn't back down, but took a tiny step forward, putting her body almost flush against mine. 

    "Unlike you, Detective, I know what I want, and I'm not afraid to take it."  

    I was still trying to control the waves of electricity that shot up my spine when she lifted herself and brushed her lips against mine, making those damn waves even more intense. It wasn't a kiss; it was more like an invitation, a dare for me to take what she was offering. And the way I was feeling right now, another fucking minute and I would be buried deep with her tight cunt.