#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 seat. I lift my wine as if to show him I’m in full agreement and try to down it too, almost choking halfway, but I make a great show of almost emptying my glass without retching. He pulls me out of my seat after him and leads me with entangled fingers.
