#Chapter277

Sometimes this side of him drives me crazy; when best friend and protector overrides everything. I want hot drunken sex and I will be damned if he is going to screw that up.

“How about we go find a better club with a dance-floor and you can show me your moves?” That’s a far better idea, seeing as Arrick’s dance moves always get me hot and bothered and he has a real skill with grinding me into fever pitch. I miss it, all our naughty nightclub sex in weird places days.

He regards me for a second, downs his pint in one long glug and slides out of his...