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We had been at the party for about two hours now. The music ranged from energetic to sinister to slow, hinging on romantic. CC and I were currently working the room, which is how we usually did at parties. We’d enter together, spend some time for ourselves, then hang out with friends somewhat individually, especially if one of us wasn’t too keen on the separate friend group, but we always flocked back to each other before the night was over. I have to admit, though, I loved watching him reject girls...and guys for that matter. A few of them always hit on him as well. I loved it because I knew it was because of me, because no one made him happier than I did. It was the same with him, unless there was a really hot girl hitting on me. Then he would allow some flirting and making out as long as she knew nothing was going to come of it. We had been talking about inviting a girl from a party to join in a threesome at some point, but from this crowd, I was pretty sure that wouldn’t be tonight.

I glanced over as CC was politely turning down a girl that seemed to be wanting to dance, but she kept pushing and insisting. He was getting uncomfortable and I could see it. Without a second thought, I snaked my way through the crowd and pulled him into a hug. “Hey, baby.” I smiled mainly from the relieved look on his features. “Who’s your friend?”

The girl introduced herself with a smirk, but I didn’t even catch her name. To be honest, I wasn’t paying attention to anything except CC’s arm around my shoulders. When she was done talking, I slightly refocused my attention and remarked, “That’s cool. Listen, he’s my boyfriend, he turned you down, and now you’re making him uncomfortable. Clearly he isn’t interested.” I waved as she tried to glare me down, but she turned on her heel and strutted off.

Just as a slow song started, I pulled CC onto the dance floor, resting my arms around his shoulders. He hugged me tightly. “You are a God-send.”

“I know,” I giggled. “No one puts my baby in a corner.”

His laughter rang pleasantly in my ears, arms never loosening from my waist, our bodies perfectly melded together. I rested my head on his collarbone, nuzzling into his neck a bit. Mmmmm, I thought, he used Dark Temptation Axe for tonight. Figures he’d use the one scent that could make me wet on contact. That mixed with his coconut Pantene conditioner made me extremely lightheaded with desire, my heart racing and threatening to burst out of my chest.

“Mmm, warm vanilla…” he whispered, then leaned down to my hair and inhaled softly. “And gardenia? Since when do you wear fancy perfume?”

“You think that’s fancy?” I laughed. “The warm vanilla was my body wash and I was messing with the gardenia bushes on the side of the house, trying to get a few of the flowers to bring in.” My fingertips lightly tickled the back of his neck. “Since when do YOU wear Dark Temptations?”

CC kissed just in front of my ear and whispered, “Since a little birdy told me how horny it makes you.”

My hand slid down his arm in hopes to stop his hand before it reached my ass. Too late. “Ooh..that’s not fair…”

“The only thing that’s not fair,” he gave my ass a quick, hard slap, “is how mean you were to me in the car.”

I bit back a laugh, “But baby, if I had let you release, you would’ve been too tired for the party.” Glancing down, I noticed his shaft slightly pressed against his pants, half hard. “And see? You’ve got plenty of energy left since I did that.”

His glare did not go unnoticed. He cupped my ass a bit so no one could really see the pinch he gave me, despite that it made me jump and squeal a little. “Mmmm,” CC growled softly. “Enough to ram the bed through the wall…”

“Shall I remedy that, then?” I questioned, slipping my hand around his half-hard erection through his jeans.

The drummer pulled both of my hands around behind my back and laughed, speaking incredulously, “Would you stop?! Isn’t it bad enough already??”

I giggled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “You’re just so much fun to play with.”

“You really are like a cat!” he retorted with a chuckle. “You see your favorite feather and you just HAVE to play with it.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” I winked.

CC got dangerously close to my lips and tried to mutter in a serious tone despite his grin, “It is when there’s nowhere private to go at that point in time.”

I pouted playfully, pretending to be upset, “Oh no! That means you’ll have to wait till we get home. Oh, boo, no fun.” A malicious grin crept across my lips.

“You little-”

“Bitch?” I cut him off.

“You said it.”

“You were thinking it. And for that, you should probably bite your tongue for such language, tsk tsk.”

He pulled me closer until our lips were barely brushing and growled playfully, “Do it for me.” Our mouths immediately opened for the kiss, my tongue lightly caressing his into my mouth. Despite having given him an inch, he took a mile and inserted his tongue until it could practically hit the back of my throat. I bit down teasingly and felt the bulge in his pants stiffen a little more.

As the song ended, we pulled away and I stepped back, glancing down at his jeans. “Have fun with that,” I smirked, strutting off and fighting a laugh as I heard his displeased groan.

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