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the first time in a long time, I feel sexy, wanted, and it feels fantastic. I grind up against him, the alcohol completely dissolving any inhibitions.
    “Let’s get out of here,” he says huskily into my ear.
    My eyes flash open as I consider what he’s implying. My body, in dire need of a man’s touch, takes over before rational thinking does, and before I realize it, I’m leading the way out of the club and into the back parking lot. I have a brief thought that I’m going to regret this. I’ve never had a one-night stand before. Hell, I’ve only ever slept with two people, but I push the rational part of me aside and just go for it.
    He pushes me up against a sleek silver car, grabbing my ass. He forces himself against me so I can feel just how much he wants me. I reach down, and run my fingers lightly up his thigh. He pulls back.
    “Get in the car. Now,” he demands. I’m incredibly turned on by his dominance so I decide to push my luck a little further. I reach up and lick up the side of his neck, pushing my breasts into him. He pulls back again.
    “Get in the fucking car. Now,” he growls.
    I bite my bottom lip, with what I’m hoping is a sassy smile, but who the hell knows. I’ve had too much to drink. I slip into his car as he jumps into the driver’s seat and speeds away. He reaches one hand across and places it on my knee, slowly moving it up toward my dress. My mind wanders to Hoss for a moment. Would he be more pissed that I’m not wearing my seatbelt, or that I’m going home with a guy I barely even know?
    “Take off your panties,” he commands, bringing my attention back to him.
    I look out the window at the traffic whizzing by and hesitate. He slaps the inside of my thigh, and I feel my nipples tighten in anticipation.
    “Take off those fucking panties,” he orders.
    I bite my lip again and grab the side of my thong, pulling it down past my knees.
    “Off,” he growls again.
    I pull them over my calves and heels nervously.
    “Where am I going?” he asks.
    “Seventeen Quinpool Street,” I reply.
    “Good girl,” he says, rewarding me by moving his hands higher and higher until I feel his fingers make contact with my pussy.
    “Holy fuck,” I cry out as I feel his fingers start to swirl. I’m amazed he can still drive, because I can’t even think straight.
    I start to move myself against him, desperate for a release, but he pulls his hand away. I whimper, and he slaps my thighs again.
    “Be patient,” he growls.
    We pull into my driveway. “Go open the door,” he orders.
    I do as he says and open the front door. I feel his hot breath against the base of my neck. He looks around the house. “Roommates?”
    “None,” I say, removing my heels. I notice he’s brought a bag inside, and I wonder if he thinks he’s spending the night. At this point, I could care less.
    “Take off all your clothes, let your hair down, and lay in your bed, spread out for me,” he breathes into my ear.
    I nod, because it’s all I can do between the alcohol and the need to have this man between my thighs.
    I walk slowly into my bedroom, stripping down along the way. I lay myself spread eagle on my bed. I have a brief moment of sanity, and think of fleeing out my back door. But my body is crying for a release and is bound to win out.

Chapter 4
     
     
    I vaguely hear my front door open and a frantic “LANA!” being screamed. Alec releases his fingers from my neck, and I close my eyes, trying to find my bearings.
    “Lana, where are you?” Vi screams, throwing open my door.
    “What the … oh my God,” she yells, turning around and shouting, “Jack, don’t come in!”
    “Who is this?” Alec shrieks angrily.
    I regain some of my consciousness and look up to a frantic Alec. I can’t believe he talked me into doing any of this, especially the breath play, but I also can’t say I didn’t like it either. Hell, I didn’t even know most of this stuff existed.
    “Untie me,” I shout.
    He looks