Professional Restraint

28 Let's Go!

Ella

"Of course, Sir," I breathe out, my eyes locked on his. Liam's gaze darkens as he takes my hand, lifting me up.

I swallow hard, transfixed by him. He doesn't make a move to join our friends, but lifts my hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss across my knuckles.

"So beautiful," he murmurs.

His compliment makes me drop my gaze to hide my blush. Liam lifts my chin and wraps an arm around my waist.

"Don't hide from me, El... if I make you uncomfortable—"

My eyes go wide. "You don't!" I blurt out. "I mean, you don't make me uncomfortable... the opposite, actually." Biting my lip, I furrow my brows as I try to make sense of it.

Liam grins and rests his other hand on my waist, drawing me closer. "In that case," he pauses and tucks a stray hair behind my ear. "I believe you owe me a dance."

Leading us to the dance floor, he slips us between our friends and the railing, giving us a protected spot with a great view. The beat switches and Liam doesn't miss a step.

He spins me and pulls my back against his chest. My heartbeat quickens, feeling the heat seeping through our thin clothes. Thankfully, he takes charge, moving us to the beat, because all I can focus on is the way his muscles ripple and flex against me.

With more boldness than I thought I possessed—thank you alcohol—I grind my ass against him to the rhythm. His fingers dig into my hips as he meets me beat for beat.

My mind wipes clear as he brushes my hair back from my neck and brings his lips to my sensitive skin. My core clenches in anticipation and I melt against him, wishing we were somewhere more private.

I reach up, hooking a hand around the back of his neck, and thread my fingers in the short hair at the nape of his neck. A rumble of pleasure vibrates in his chest as his grip tightens.

Time loses all meaning as we dance, tangled up with one another. I knew he could move from the club we went to with Carissa and Terrance, but tonight is next level.

I'm fully dressed, yet I feel him playing my body like no other. Every touch, grind and kiss leaves me a needy mess, and my body begging for more.

I catch Sophia's eye as she seduces Declan on the dancefloor. He's oblivious to everyone else, damn near spell bound to her.

A sly smirk tugs at her lips as she whispers something in his ear. Declan licks his lips and grins down at her.

She slips away from him and pulls me away from Liam. A quick glance over my shoulder has him glaring and damn near pouting.

"Girl, you have that man wrapped around your pinkie finger," she teases. Her face is flushed and she can't keep her gaze off of Declan for long.

"Me?" I scoff. "That man is oblivious to us. You have him under your spell! Wait, where Tim?" I pull away slightly, craning my neck as I search for our third musketeer.

Sophia laughs and nods back to the bar. Tim is standing incredibly close to the bouncer from before, basking in his attention.

"Don't you worry about our Timmy. He works faster than either of us." She wiggles her brows, making me laugh. "Speaking of working fast..." she leans in. "I think we're going to head out soon. I can get you a driver?"

Biting my lip, I look over my shoulder to where Liam and Declan are talking. He's leaning casually on the railing, a drink in hand, but his gaze practically devours me.

"Actually... I think I'm good," I mumble, feeling my cheeks heat.

"Good for you, girl!" Sophia squeals, wrapping me in a big hug. "Don't do anything you don't want, and know that I will cut his balls off if he so much as hurts a hair on your head."