more than i can hold in my heart.

(not) a one night stand

a/n : if you squint there's a plot somewhere in there but probably not.

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Miranda moaned, her hands digging into this stranger's head between her thighs.

She didn't know why she was even here. All she knew was the alcohol in her veins and the pleasure singing between her legs.

The stranger, Ben, she thought his name was, raised his head to look at her. Her juices were dripping on his chin, and another wave of arousal passed through her.

"You taste so damn good," he rasped, and she threw her head back as he feasted on her yet again.

She was just out of town for a conference, and suddenly, she was being enticed by the neon signs of the bar she passed by.

Her heels were already changed into sneakers by then, and her blazer was thrown off in the back of her car. Good thing she decided on pants that evening, instead of her usually worn pencil skirt.

The bar was filled with disco lights and nobody was sober. Everyone was either dancing on the dance floor, partying like wild frat boys, or drowning their personal sorrows at the counter.

And Miranda chose to be the former.

After five shots of tequila, she was already on the dance floor, her hands in her air and her hips moving with the beat.

She bumped into someone and she laughed loudly, throwing her head back. Before she knew it, she was pushing her hips back into the person she'd bumped into.

Miranda turned around after the song ended and a new one came on. Her breath hitched for a moment as she took in the man's appearance. He was handsome, from his brown eyes glinting under the dim lights, his nose, to the facial hair covering the sides of his mouth; he was downright sexy.

"Hey there, stranger." Her voice was low, part from the tequila burning her throat, part from the seductive drawl she'd suddenly produced. Her hands moved around his neck and she grinded her hips to him.

"Hi," he croaked out, his hands dropping to her waist to stop her movements. "How are you doing, gorgeous?"

His breath touched the sweaty part of her neck as they were pushed closer together. The dance floor was getting packed by the second.

She shivered. "I'm fine. You certainly are," she flirted.

"Can I get you a...nother drink?" He smirked, knowing damn well she's already had one.

Miranda bit her lip and released it, noting the way his eyes flitted there. "Are you trying to pick me up, stranger? Because I'm not easily bought."

"It's Ben Warren, and no, I'm just trying to appreciate a beautiful woman." His eyes went down further to her body, and she felt her body heat up. "And of course you aren't bought. No amount of money can equal your worth."

Her heart beat fast in her chest. All the words he's saying were making her melt. She's sure half of it was the tequila in her body.

"Why don't you kiss me then?" She didn't know when she became so daring, but she knew she needed his lips on hers, now. Immediately. The ache between her legs wasn't going away anytime soon.

"Awfully bold, are we?" His face closed in on her but stopped a few inches.

"Come on, you know you want me," she whined, her hips digging into his erection.

Ben cursed under his breath. She smirked triumphantly but it was soon erased by the most powerful kiss she'd ever felt.

Maybe it was the tequila but her veins were alight with fire, every nerve in her body tingling with his touch.