“I like dancing with you, Stud.” Chuckling, I shook my head at the name.
“Can I ask something of you?”
“Of course,” she answered.
“Stay with me tonight? I’m going back to the house, so you’ll be where everyone is. We don’t even have to do anything. I just want to hold you in my arms and wake up with you next to me.”
“I’d love to.”
“Yeah?” I smiled, my body relaxing, knowing I’d get to hold her tonight. After a few songs, we walked around, bidding on auctions before they closed. When it was time for the meal, we made our way back to the table to eat some food. When things started to wind down, I turned to Atticus, getting his attention.
“How long do we have to make an appearance here? Can we leave yet?”
He assessed me, looking up at the stage and then back. He gave a slight nod in answer and then turned his head to get one of the guard's attention. Whispering something to one, he tossed his napkin on the table, holding out a hand for Loren. She quickly shoved the bit of chocolate cake on her fork into her mouth, a small moan leaving as she inhaled it.
All three of us were glued to the utensil as she pulled it out, her lips pursed around the tines. “Shit,” I mumbled, attempting to discreetly shift my cock.
Loren’s eyes opened, staring at the hungry looks I had to assume we wore. “What?”
Chuckling, I stood and walked over, slapping Atticus’ stunned hand out of the way, and took Loren myself, pulling her toward the exit.
I suddenly felt like the young stud she called me, ready to report for duty.