Velvet heat

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I saw her the second she walked in short dress clinging to every curve, one strap sliding off her shoulder like it had given up. A black snake tattoo curled over her collarbone, and a silver nose ring glinted under the lights. She moved like she knew everyone was watching especially me.
Then she kicked off her heels.
Barefoot on the dancefloor, her red-***ted toes flexed and glided across the floor like she owned it with a ring in her toe. She locked eyes with me, smirked, and turned around. When she bent low, her dress lifted just enough to flash black lace.

I didn’t wait.

On the floor, she leaned in close, whispered, “You like to watch?” while her foot slid up the inside of my leg. Slow. Teasing.

By the time we hit the elevator, I had her pinned against the wall. My hand gripped her wrists overhead, my knee between her thighs. I kissed along her neck, just above the tattoo.

“You still in charge?” I said
She laughed. “Not tonight.”