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.Maybe drunk sex with you will be hot.” He flags down the bartender, who looks leery of coming in my direction.“Two double shots of Jack, neat please,” Nixon says.The bartender nods and goes to step away, but at the last minute turns back to us and hikes his thumb in my direction.“They aren’t for her, are they?” the bartender asks him.“No, they’re for me.I think she should have water for just a bit,” one side of his mouth pulls up in a smile.I narrow my eyes in his direction and stick my tongue out.Nixon’s eyes dart down to my tongue and then he starts to move his face closer to mine.I feel his arm slowly wrap around my waist and he pulls me in closer to him before it finally clicks that he’s going to kiss me.I pull my tongue back into my mouth and bite down on my lips and Nixon halts his movements.“Pity, I would have loved to find out how your tongue tastes in my mouth.”My brain is like baby mush.I’m sure I have a blank look on my face, like I’m taking the SAT’s all over again.Nixon winks at me and turns his attention toward the bartender who is placing his drinks and a tall glass of water for me in front of us.With a head nod in the bartender’s direction, Nixon picks up his first drink and downs it, along with the second quickly.The rough movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed his drinks completely captivates me.Then he turns his face toward me and gives me a smile that I’m sure made my thong fall to the floor.“Take a few sips of your water and then let’s go dance,” he insists.For some reason, I’ve become an invalid.I can’t think, or talk, or even move for that matter.Nixon rolls his eyes and lifts the water glass up to my mouth.When the glass touches my lower lip, my mind clicks on and my hands shoot up to grab the glass.I must be too drunk, though, because my movements are choppy and awkward.My hand hits the bottom of the water glass, which Nixon apparently didn’t have a tight grip on, and it flies out of his hands and splashes all over the front of my white tank top making me gasp.At least the freezing cold water has sobered me out of my alcohol and Nixon induced drunken stupor.I finally glance up at him, noticing a look of slight irritation on his face.When his eyes leave mine and descend my body, his irritated scowl turns into a cocky smirk, leaving me confused.“Nice pink bra, sugar.Do you have on a matching set of panties?” he smiles and raises a brow at me.I look down and notice that the water has made the front of my tank top non-existent.I swear if my entire body wasn’t numb from the copious amounts of alcohol I’d ingested tonight I could feel the blush creeping across my face.I shoot him my meanest glare and shake the water from my bare arms, choosing not to acknowledge him.“No worries, I’ll find out soon enough,” he answers confidently and then quickly spins me and grabs my hips so my back is pressed to his broad chest.My eyes are clenched closed as I try to keep my drinks down so I don’t see him slowly walking us toward the dance floor.I feel his scruffy cheek press against the side of my temple and suddenly I’m not worried about my stomach anymore.No, the feeling has moved a bit further south and now I can focus on nothing but the delicious tingle in my nether regions.“Come on, Emmie.Let’s go do a little vertical dancing before we switch it to the horizontal mambo,” he murmurs into my ear.I roll my eyes at the cheesy pick up line that should only be used by prepubescent boys and he chuckles, probably catching it.Then I feel him lightly bite my lobe while he wraps his arms around my waist.That below the belt tingle intensifies.I must be a lot drunker than I thought I was.I have to be because I haven’t told him to fuck off or shoved him away.Just because his arms feel so good wrapped around my stomach doesn’t mean I should be letting him do it.My hormones are taking over my brain functionality and making it so that my body only does things that will quench these sexual desires.We make it onto the dance floor and I look up to see all of my friends smiling like they have a secret.Harlow is giving me thumbs up while jumping up and down like a kangaroo on crack.But before my brain can catch up and really process what’s happening, Nixon and I are rubbing against each other on the dance floor.I have my back pressed against his chest and one of his arms is curled around my shoulder.The other is wrapped protectively around my waist as he moves both of our bodies back and forth.His mouth is next to my ear and he’s whispering sexy, raunchy, dirty things he wants to do to me.I can feel myself grow wetter with every passing second.My body doesn’t even consult me before I feel my eyes close and lust has taken over my entire body.I try to remember the last time I got some good lovin’ from a man.It’s been, what, at least five months since I’ve gotten off with the help of someone else.My battery operated boyfriend needs a break
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