"I remember seeing you at the club," he said, tilting his head slightly as he regarded me. "I was thinking of how pretty you looked."

Did he just call me pretty? Lonely as hell, I'd recently broken up with my boyfriend. That didn't help with the temptation to fall under this fascinating stranger's spell.

"Thank you." I gave a shy smile. "I think you're--cute." Hot.

Smokin'.

Warmly he smiled back, his teeth white between shapely lips. Lips that begged for a passionate kiss.

Eyes burning with excitement, he scooted closer, sending my heart into a pounding fury. His gaze shifted downward to drink in every contour of my body.

"Would you be offended if I asked to kiss you?" he said with a half-smile gracing those lips, his arm sliding past my shoulder.

How could I resist him? I couldn't. I wouldn't even try.

He leaned in and soft lips grazed mine in a teasing kiss. Chills shot up my arms as he withdrew.

It was sweltering in spite of an occasional breeze. He removed his jacket, unbuttoned the top of his black shirt and revealed a patch of sweat-streaked skin.

Thick silence ensued as we grew lost in each other's eyes. He seemed hesitant to make a second move.

"I wanna make a bet with you," The Dancer said.

"Yeah? What?"

"I bet a thousand dollars I can... make you wet."

"What do you mean?"

"I think you know." His gaze lowered to my thighs, his tongue swept his upper lip, licked beads of sweat.

"No I don't. Tell me what you mean." Say it, say it.

"I wanna fuck you. Now do you want me to get you wet, and stick my dick inside you?" He grinned, brazen, unashamed and confident. His fingers moved down the last buttons of his shirt, inch-by-inch exposing more skin.

I swallowed. Couldn't breathe.

He stripped off his gaping shirt. "C'mon, baby. You want me--don't you?" He put his hand on my bare knee and eased it up my inner thigh, causing naughty tingles in my belly. "C'mon, sweetheart. I want you."

He won his bet. Within seconds he got me drenched.

With my backside wedged to the steering column, I straddled his thighs.

His spicy cologne tickled my senses. I could've drowned in his deliciousness. I wanted to lick and suck him from mouth to cock.

He reclined the seat, giving us more room, relieving the pressure on my spine.

Graceful, masculine hands traveled up my waistline to cup my breasts, caress my puckered nipples through the fabric. I used a forefinger to trace his perfect face, strong jaw with clean-cut shave, pouty lips awaiting mine.

Gorgeous. God, you are absolutely gorgeous. Silken wisps of blond fell to his smooth forehead; his golden shoulders gleamed in the moonlight. His hair was a shade lighter than his complexion.

He was a wingless angel who could dance like a demon.

Could he fuck like one too?

The best looking guy I'd ever seen... and he wanted me. Really wanted me. It'd be easy to fall in love with someone like him.

Hell, in my drunken haze I was already in love. He gazed at me with the same longing.

Sensuous lips massaged mine while his tongue drove in to explore my mouth. Arousal overwhelmed me, controlled my actions, making me do things I shouldn't.

No, Sam. Don't do this. Don't--

But I did. I would.

He raised my dress over my head.

Now that I was fully naked, he tugged the zipper of his swollen crotch. His erect cock bobbed forth, huge and ready for action.