Sofia has a moment of questioning

“Of course. Anything.”

She hesitates, then goes for it. “What does a guy your age even see in a woman my age? Honestly? I’m fifteen years older than you. Two kids. And a whole marriage that’s falling apart, making my life a complete mess. I really thought you were just being nice to me and my kids before, but tonight… Well, now I’m realizing it’s been more than that, and so I’m waiting for you to realize this is crazy and walk away.”

I swallow, summoning up all of my courage that’s being boosted by the **** and the feel of her body grinding against me. Going against every bit of better judgment screaming in my head about how this woman is so far out of my league that nothing good can come from telling her the truth, I do it anyway.

“I see someone who’s fucking stunning,” I say, trying to not be too loud. “And I don’t just mean your body- though yeah, that’s fucking insane. Delivering to your house, I’ve watched you go through different stages from the glamorous woman on her way to some party I’ll never understand, to the mom that’s just trying to do the best she can when her kids are driving her up the wall. Now I’ve also seen the way you move, and the way you laugh when you finally let yourself go a little. I’ve had the chance to listen to you on the phone talk about your kids, and your sister, and how family means everything to you. The way you take care of your kids no matter how exhausted you are. And from what I can tell, I’m looking at a woman who’s been carrying everything for years and is still this… bright, sexy, and amazing person. Age? Kids? That’s not a turn-off. It’s the opposite. It makes you more than just some fantasy woman. And right now, feeling you against me like this? I can’t think of anything hotter. Plus, to top it all off, you really wanna know who has the best ass in the club? Yeah, it’s you. Hands down.”

She stands still in the middle of the dance floor, having stopped dancing halfway through me putting it all out there, listening to my outpouring of effusive praise with a look of complete shock. By the time I’m finally done, she’s pulled back and staring at me with her brow furrowed like she’s trying to judge the honesty of what I told her.

Watching her reach some conclusion in her head, my heart races, waiting for her final reaction. Then it’s as though she decides and surges forward, both hands flying up to cradle my face, gripping me around my ears as she yanks me down. Our mouths crash together in a hard and hungry kiss, with no hint of gentleness on her part. Her plump lips are hot and demanding, urging mine to part on impact so she can drive her tongue between them. I taste a mix of **** and her, barely flinching when our teeth clack together, or the bite of when she catches my bottom lip between them. The way she sucks it between her own lips after nibbling at it emphasizes how good lips that full can feel.

I groan into her mouth, moving my hands to grip her hips again and pull her flush against me so she can truly feel how hard she’s made me. She grinds against me with her lower belly for a second, hard enough that it causes me to take a step back to keep my balance. I’m not sure what it is, but something about all of it feels filthy in the hottest way possible. Her nails dig into the back of my skull, scratching at my scalp to the point of stinging, never lightening up with the kiss. I swear, if she could, I think she would devour me right there on the spot.

The kiss is fire, and when she finally breaks it, I become aware of one of my hands pulling her against me at her low back, while the other is firmly gripping the bottom of her ass cheek hard enough that it’s like I’m trying to lift her off the ground. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath and I notice the drunk girls cheering me on again.

“Baby boy’s gonna be a man tonight!” the one in the red dress yells, clapping her hands over her head.

Her friend whoops right after, clapping her hands. “Even I’m jealous of that show!”

Choosing to ignore them this time, we go back to dancing. Song after song, she keeps me moving with her with so our hips are locked together half the time. And by now, if her ass isn’t pressed against my crotch, my hands are probably groping it, as long as that sculpture of perfection is within reach. I’m know I’m not a great dancer, but with her grinding all over me, it doesn’t matter. I just follow her lead. Every time she presses back harder, I willingly flex my cock, and I’m pretty sure she knows it, giving these little, extra twitches or smiles that have me **** back groans.

Somewhere in the middle of a song, she reaches back and pulls me down to her for another, but quicker, kiss.

“You really want to make this birthday something to remember?” she asks with a salacious smile I’ve never seen on a woman before.

I nod without hesitation. “More than anything.”

“Good,” she throws out quickly, spinning around for another kiss that only lasts a second with no tongue, then pulls back. “Let’s go.”

We weave back toward the VIP section. The bigger part of me is glad to see that the group is still going strong, and that no one called a ride and left while Sofia and I did our own thing, but the selfish part of me wishes I could just be alone with her. Dan’s slamming back another shot. Pete and Jess are arguing playfully about Lauren and Eddie who were dancing where Sofia and I had been earlier.

After a moment, Pete turns to me, asking if I think they would’ve been kicked out of the club for being too handsy if it hadn’t been for how big of a tab we were running up in the VIP. Checking to see what he means, I look over to them and see Pete’s hands on her half-exposed ass from where her dress has ridden up a bit too much. I can only imagine what the view must be like to anyone behind her.

Meanwhile, Sofia flags down the waitress that Mike’s shamelessly flirting with, but too drunk to catch on that she’s just being polite. Managing to excuse herself, Holly comes over and Sofia asks for the check. I’m talking with Dan when it comes, and she glances at the total, signing without blinking.

Curious of what something like this costs, I lean over and catch a glimpse over her shoulder before she flips the heavy-looking book closed. Are you serious?! I think to myself, ready to shit a brick at how many months of rent on my little apartment she just dropped on this.

“Holy shit,” I accidentally mutter, not meaning to put her on the spot. “That’s… a lot.”

She barks out a loud laugh, throwing her head back. “It’s fine sweetie,” she says, handing the tablet back to the waitress, thanking her for everything. “I’m not paying for it, and Carlos doesn’t have room to say anything after all the shit I downloaded from the online backups of his phone.”

I freeze. “Wait- what?”

She turns to me, sparkling with mischief. “Don’t worry about it, baby. This is your night, so forget about him. None of that’s your problem.”

My face burns. “Must suck to be him.”

“I’m the only one that’ll be doing the sucking around here,” she says, with a wink that’s followed by both of us turning red when we hear Dan sputter on his beer. Stepping close again, she kisses my ear and says, “Happy birthday, Jay. Now come on, your ride’s waiting to take you to take a ride.”

My cock jumps at that, already picturing her in my head after everything else she’s said tonight. She takes my hand, interlocking her fingers through mine, and leads me toward the exit. Dan has to round up Eddie and Lauren, but eventually the group trails behind us on our way out. I notice one of the bouncers near the doors sees us coming, and disappears through the front doors for a moment before coming back in to wait by the main exit. He tells us goodnight and wishes me a happy birthday on our way by.

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