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most likely from his orgasm and the exertion of holding me
up. He leans in and kisses me languidly and something emotional shifts between
us as he kisses me. The kiss seems like more than just an after sex kiss. It's
like he's trying to convey his feelings through it, which is ridiculous because
we've only known each other for a week.   What kind of feelings could be possibly have for me other than sexual attraction?

 
    Ace
slowly pulls away and helps me set my feet back on the ground. We clean up as best
as we can and straighten our clothes. Ace stares at me for a moment, a soft
smile on his face.

 
    "What?"
I ask curiously.

 
    He
shakes his head. "You look thoroughly fucked. It’s a beautiful look on
you." He smirks, reaching out to fix my hair.

 
    I
smile drunkenly and reach up to fix his messed up hair. "Ditto."

 
    He
chuckles and kisses me again. "We better get outta here before I try for
round two."

 
    I
hum my agreement as he takes my hand and opens the stall door. Luckily, no one
is in the bathroom. I glance in the mirror to make sure that I look okay. And I
do, thank god. Makeup is still in place. Hair is okay. Dress is fine.

 
    "You
look gorgeous," Ace murmurs, his eyes looking at me with a fondness that
has my heart fluttering in my chest.

 
    I
smile and let him lead me out of the bathroom. We enter the darkened club and
find our way back to the couches where everyone is hanging out. Well, Beau and
Lizette aren't there, they are on the dance floor. Dean is sitting on the couch
with some chick that he must have found in the club. She's sitting in his lap,
kissing his neck. His eyes are closed and his head is tilted to the side,
giving her better access. I shake my head. He might be the next one in the
bathroom.

 
    Ace
sits on the couch and pulls me down onto his lap. The waitress shows up and we
order more drinks. I glance around because I can feel the death glare on me.
Yup, there she is, Hillary, giving me the nastiest look that I've ever seen.
She's standing at the edge of the dance floor, staring at me. Her gaze is
livid. And of course, being as hammered as I am, I shoot her the finger. Her
eyes flash furiously.

 
    Ace
notices what I'm doing and chuckles. He then grabs my face and kisses me, a
teasing, deliberate kiss to piss her off even more. I'm sure that this is just
cranking her up and is probably going to make her explode at some point, but I
don't really care. She can go kick rocks.

 

 
 
 
    ~Ace~

 
    I
wake slowly the next morning. The sun is shining through a crack in the
curtains and landing right on my face. A soft female sigh has me turning my
head to the left where I see a mass of dark brown hair peeking out from under
the covers. Last night's events come back to me in a rush. Mmm, Nicole. She was
fucking amazing. I had her in the bathroom at the club then we came back here
to her room and had sex a few more times before passing out. She likes it rough
and so do I. I swear each time we did it, it got better and better.

 
    I
roll over and snuggle up against her back, wrapping my arm around her waist. She
shifts back against me for a moment before she gasps and squirms away, shooting
up into a sitting position. She looks back at me, her eye makeup smudged under
her eyes, but as gorgeous as ever.   She looks around the room as if trying to
figure out where she is before she groans and drops her face into her hands.

 
    "Oh
my god," she breathes.

 
    I
reach out and touch her bare back. "Hey, you okay?" I ask, thinking that
maybe she's feeling sick and needs to throw up.

 
    "What
the hell did I do?" she whispers. She slips out of bed, taking the top
cover with her, and stands there next to it. "You need to go," she
croaks as she arranges the cover around her naked body.

 
    I
frown. "What? Why?" I ask in confusion, sitting up.

 
    "I'm
such an asshole. I just became the one thing that I swore not to become,
another notch on your bedpost. Fuck, I'm