Red (Love in Color Series Book 1) by SM West

Author:SM West [West, SM]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: SMW Books
Published: 2017-02-06T00:00:00+00:00

AFTER DINNER, BOBBY INSISTS ON dancing at a club in the East Village. Gia’s giddy at the prospect. I’d rather head home even though it’s an opportunity to gain intel on Bobby. Warren, Taya, Enzo and Rosa readily decline. It’s well after midnight when we arrive at the nightclub. A line winds around the building. A nod from Bobby and we’re escorted to the VIP area. It’s dark and loud, the beat vibrating in my chest. Bobby’s in his element. Several men and scantily clad women flock to him like he’s a superstar.

Tate and Max take the first chance to flee downstairs to dance. Bobby looks irritated as he watches Max lead his wife away. I order a drink and pay close attention to everyone. While I’d prefer to be near Tate, something tells me Max would rather die than have harm come her way. Gia’s made her way into the inner circle, listening for anything of interest. It doesn’t take us long to realize there’s no one of importance here, only Bobby’s groupies and men who work for him. Gia’s bored and begs me to dance. I’d rather not, but I’m grateful for an excuse to check on Tate. I guess Gia has the same idea, making a beeline for Max and Tate. Max nods in acknowledgment. Tate ignores us. Although, her slight shoulder tensing and the fisting of her hands give her away.

If it’s even possible, she’s sexier than ever. In Max’s presence, she’s carefree. She sensually moves her body to the beat of the music. Like a lighthouse on the shoreline, she’s hard to miss with her swaying golden hair, sexy-as-fuck body with her mesmerizing breasts, ass and fuck me legs. I want her legs wrapped around my waist.

It’s also hard to miss the horny men ogling her. Fuck, I should be dancing with her. I’d be plastered to her sweet, sinful body. My hands all over her. Staking my claim. Mine. It may be her brother dancing with her, but I hate it. Switching dance partners crosses my mind and then is immediately dismissed. It’s not possible. While it’s a fast beat, with Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines featuring T.I. and Pharrell pulsing through the air, Gia’s dancing like it’s a slow song. Pressed to me, her hands in my hair. She’s grinding against me like she wants to be inside me or more likely, me inside her. Fuck, so much for her cooling it.

Every time I push back, she inches closer. My eyes intently bore into hers, shouting Quit it. I don’t want Gia. I’d like nothing more than to walk away. I can’t. Despite my mind being angry as fuck, my dick has other plans. With my eyes locked on Tate and the rhythmic stroking of Gia’s hip on my groin, my cock thickens. Focusing on how much Gia doesn’t do it for me, I will it to deflate. While I struggle to calm my manhood, Max is blatantly observing us.

I glare at my conniving dance partner, expressing my anger at her little game.

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