I chuckle under my breath as you practically cling to my neck like a koala, my free hand firm on your lower back keeping you against me while I call my driver to pick us up. “Yeah, the club off Portman-” I cut off when I feel you pepper kisses along my skin, my hand squeezing you lightly as I inhale. “Portman and West. Yeah. Thanks” I end the call and within milliseconds my hands are all over you again.

We met only an hour or two prior after seeing each other across the club. You were being talked up by some other guy, who looked a little smug in my opinion, but the minute we’d made eye contact you were anything but interested in him.

The club is exclusive but absolutely packed and I have no doubt cameras are everywhere, but truthfully I couldn’t possibly care less. All of my attention is on you for the rest of tonight.