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territory. Where had this bad, naughty side of me come from? I didn’t even know. I have to admit I was kind of proud of myself. I’d never been a dirty girl, but somehow this guy was bringing it out in me. Alyssa would have been absolutely shocked if she had heard what I’d said.
    “What if I told you fifteen minutes?” His lips pressed against mine then. “Fifteen minutes of pure unadulterated coming, right on my mouth.” He bit down on my lower lip and sucked it for a second, shocking me with his boldness. “How would you like that?” he said as he pulled away, and I wasn’t sure if he was talking about his invasion of my mouth or his fifteen minutes comment. Either way, I was feeling buzzed, warm and tingly inside. I’d never had a feeling of anticipation just from words before, but I suppose I’ve just not been with the right guys.
    “I’m still waiting on my drink,” I said with a small smile, trying to see if I could shift the mood back slightly. I didn’t want to end up sleeping with this guy right here on the dance floor. I mean, I was down for changing stuff up, but not that much. I didn’t want to go from nun to slut in two point four seconds. I wasn’t ready to get it on and have a whole club witnessing my entrance into debauchery.
    “Still want a blowjob or would you prefer something else?”
    “It’s up to you,” I said with a shrug, really having no idea what I was saying or doing, but just knowing that I was enjoying being in Pierce’s company. He was an intoxicating presence. I’d never been around someone like him before, someone who completely made me lose myself in the moment. It’s a weird feeling to be that attracted to someone at first sight. And it’s not the same thing as falling in love at first sight. It wasn’t that sort of heart-stopping, “oh, my God, I think he’s the one” moment. I know, because I’ve felt those before. Obviously, they didn’t turn out to be true, because I’ve still not found the one, but I’ve had those moments where the earth has stood still and my stomach has flipped and my heart has thudded with the beat of a thousand drums and I’ve thought to myself that this is the one, this is the moment, this is the time: I’ve met the one for me. That’s not what I felt with Pierce. With Pierce, I felt something a lot more primal. With Pierce, I felt a stirring in my belly and a wetness in my panties that made me feel things I’d not felt outside of a bedroom before and especially not with a stranger. And especially having not even been touched. I didn’t even know that you could be so turned on by someone just from words. I mean, I knew people had phone sex and all that jazz, but I thought the turn-on was from the self-play, as opposed to the actual words. Not that I’d ever done that. I used to be a prude. Not that you’d know that right now.
    “Well, if it’s up to me, I know what I want to do.”
    “What you want to do?” I frowned. “Don’t you mean what drink you want to buy me?”
    “I’ll buy you all the drinks in San Francisco, if you’ll do what I want you to.”
    “I’m sure you would.” I gave him a questioning look. “What is it you want me to do?”
    “Do you really want to know?” His lips turned up at the side and his eyes darkened as he glanced at me.
    “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. I had no clue what I was doing. This was unfamiliar territory, but I think that’s what made it so exciting. I almost wondered if I’d been drugged or something, but Pierce hadn’t gotten me a drink yet, so it would have had to have been some sort of immaculate drugging and I wasn’t quite sure that was possible. Okay, let’s be real. I knew it wasn’t possible. But I felt like something in me had changed almost instantaneously upon looking at Pierce and I wish I knew exactly what it was that made everything change as it did. That was the night, the moment, where