Chapter 1

• The entire place reeked of sweat and alcohol, a combination that made Josephine’s stomach churn as she maneuvered her way through the throng of gyrating bodies. The deafening music pounded in her ears adding to her discomfort.
• “One martini,” she said to the bartender, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound confident. Her palms were damp, and her gaze darted around, scanning the crowd, afraid someone might recognize her.
• This wasn’t a place for someone like her. Not by a long shot.
• As the glass was placed before her, she took a sip and let the burn trickle down her throat.
• So why was she here?
• The answer was simple. She wanted to get laid.
• She suddenly had the feeling she was being watched. Turning slightly, her eyes met those of a stranger. He was seated comfortably, a drink in one hand as sharp, assessing eyes that seemed to strip her bare.
• He didn't make any move as he sat there but the intensity of his gaze unnerved her, making her very aware of every detail about herself from the way her dress clung to her to the tremor in her hand as she sipped.
• She drained her glass faster than she intended, the alcohol already warming her insides. The alcohol had already begun working its magic as her head began to feel fuzzy. She needed to get a grip.
• Leaving her seat, she stepped onto the dance floor and began swaying hips to the rhythm of the music. She was keenly aware that the man’s eyes were still on her, but instead of retreating, she leaned into it, losing herself in the beat.
• For once, she felt free like she was the ruler of her own domain. Tonight, she was the one in control. She would make sure of it.
• Suddenly, she felt someone beside her. She didn’t need to turn to know it was him. His presence was commanding and unyielding. She turned and took in his features, under the dim lights. A chiseled jawline, intense eyes, and a faint smirk playing on his lips.
• “Waiting for someone?” he asked, his voice smooth and dangerously inviting. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol but she suddenly had the urge to taste his full lips.
• “That depends,” she replied, a teasing smile curving her lips. “Are you someone?”
• He chuckled, leaning closer. “I could be.” His hand brushed against her waist lightly, and her breath hitched at the contact. She could smell the whisky from his breath and wanted to taste it.
• Without thinking, she grabbed his collar and pressed her lips to his. He seemed to hesitate at first before grabbing her waist leaning into her touch. The kiss intensified as his hands roamed her body, igniting sparks wherever they touched while her own hands moved to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
• All she could focus on was the warmth of his body pressed against hers as the world around them seemed to fade away. His tongue explored her mouth, his movements deliberate yet hungry. He bit her lower lip gently, and a soft gasp escaped her lips. It quickly melted into a quiet moan as one of his hands slid upward, cupping her right breast.
• She wanted more than this. Adrenaline rushed through her as she broke the kiss. She could see his pupils dilating and guessed he was probably intoxicated too making her wonder how long he'd been here drinking.
• “Why don’t we take this conversation elsewhere?” she asked, her voice breathless. Her insides burned with a fire she desperately needed to quench.
• His lips curved upwards before leaning down and claiming her lips again.
• Next thing she knew they were outside, in his car, the windows fogging up as their breaths quickened. Her back pressed against the cool leather seat, her fingers tangling in his hair as his lips claimed hers with a hunger that sent a shiver down her spine.
• She could hardly stop to think as she straddled him, her hands go to his shirt as they clumsily tried to unbutton it. He chuckled at her clumsiness and grabbed her hands, kissing them, his teeth grazing lightly over them.
• She felt heat rile up in her nether region. She zipped down her own dress, revealing the hot pink bra she wore under, her breasts spilling out the cups. She watched the hunger in his eyes. His gaze made her blush and she wished he would stop staring at her that way.
• He expertly unhooked her bra and took one of her nipples in his mouth, biting it. She let out a sound that was unbecoming of her, surprising even herself. He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes dark and smoldering. “I can’t wait,” he confessed, his voice gravelly and full of need.
• She couldn’t wait too. She could feel the wetness pooling at her region and the friction between his bulge did nothing to stop it.
• The tight space of the car amplified every movement, every whisper, every ragged breath. Her legs straddled him awkwardly, the steering wheel digging into her back as she arched toward him.
• She didn’t care about the cramped space, only the way their bodies fit together, as though they’d been waiting for this moment all their lives.
• She suddenly realized what was happening. They were really going to do it in the car. She stopped, feeling the heat spread on her face and in one breath she whispered, “I’m a virgin.”
• She watched his eyes widen.
• “I’m your first?“ disbelief on his face and she nods, she hoped he didn’t feel some kind of be. To her surprise his lips curved upwards and another moan slippes out of her mouth as he slipped his hands into her cunt.
• She placed her hand on the window, as pleasure reverberated through her body.
• He cursed. “Fuck you’re tight.”
• She was so hot, like her body was on fire. Her moans filled the car as she climaxed, the strong scent of her orgasm soaking the couch, thickening the air. She was so wet inside, every time he plunged his fingers into her. She was in the seventh heaven.
• He unzipped, revealing his manhood, thick and pulsating, the tip dripping with cum.
• She stared at it as sudden fear coursed through her.
• “That won’t fit.” She whispered. He kissed her gently.
• “It will baby… It will.”
• He steadied her waist and she felt herself go deep into it. She screamed as she felt something burst in her. The sharp pain quickly turned to pleasure and he began to thrust into her.
• He let out a deep moan that excited her. She began to move faster, surprising herself.
• The scent of leather mixed with the warmth of their bodies, the car rocking slightly as they moved in unison. Outside, the world faded into a blur of rain and neon lights.
• His hands gripped her hips, steadying her as they lost themselves in the intensity of the moment, their breaths and whispers filled the air.
• She enjoyed the rest of the night and she came three times.
• Deep down, she knew after this one night of pleasure, her life would be destroyed forever.