The Sweetest Temptation

Rhys chuckled, sure that she was lying. It was cute, so he let it slide. He enjoyed watching her carefully inspect the drink he bought for her before taking a sip and lighting up. Despite all their time together, her father’s connections, and their very throughout ’make up’ session, Beatrix had something pure and innocent about her.

Of course that thought lasted about an hour until Beatrix had some alcohol in her and danced without shame. She pulled Rhys close and rolled her hips against him.

Rhys groaned as her ass rubbed his lap and her dress pulled up, nearly flashing her underwear. He spun her around and pulled her against him, sliding his leg between hers.

She moaned and ground her hips on his thigh. Rhys tipped her chin up and leaned down, brushing his nose along her temple to yell in her ear over the music. "You’re getting every man in here excited."

"Then you have the most desired woman in your arms," she yelled back. "Lucky you!"

Rhys tried to pull her back to him, but she fanned herself and went back to the bar to order a drink. He shook his head, finished dancing to the song, and returned to Beatrix. He didn’t bother to point out she’d broken her promise – to stay within touching distance – since he’d already had to pry three women off him.

Of course, as soon as he got to the bar, Beatrix wasn’t there. He turned around and found her on the dance floor. Her eyes glued to him and she stroked along her side, framing her body in a way that made Rhys’s mouth water. He took a slow breath, trying to calm his body’s immediate reaction to her.

As she moved to the beat, swaying side to side, rolling her entire body and bouncing, Rhys noticed other eyes on her. He didn’t want another soul touching her tonight. Damien was busy and that meant Beatrix was his, entirely and completely.