Private lounge

The club was a pulsating frenzy of light, music and bodies moving in rhythmic ecstasy. But Mia only had eyes for him. His dark, intense gaze had picked her out of the crowd as if she were the only woman in the room.
He hadn’t spoken to her. Not immediately. Instead, he’d let the tension between them grow until the air literally crackled. But when she couldn’t stand it any longer, when she stepped up to the bar with a cheeky smile and gave him a challenging look, the game was on.
“You’re staring,” she breathed, her cocktail glass in her hand.
“You’re challenging,” he countered, his voice rough.
Mia loved the game. She loved being provoked, but she loved taking control even more. But this time … this time he was different. His aura was not that of a man who allowed himself to be dominated. He was a hunter. And Mia knew she had the pleasure of being the prey that night.
He grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the crowd. Their bodies brushed against each other, heat igniting inside her. He led her through the club, through dark corridors, until they stood in front of a door.
A click. The door opened.
The private lounge was dimly lit, elegant, with a massive leather sofa that was a single promise.
“I can do whatever I want here,” he murmured as he let the door fall into the lock behind him.
“Then do it,” Mia challenged.
And then he was on top of her.
His lips found hers – hard, possessive. His hands slipped off the straps of her dress, letting the silky fabric glide over her skin. She closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the wave of desire. …..