She turned to look at him.
“Why would that be mr. Bon Jovi?”
His eyes were a shocking blue and it melted her insides. The sexy ass grin on his face gave her a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach..she wanted to pull him closer and kiss him until that grin turned into a groan…
‘Well, from what I’ve seen from stage you don’t have too much clothes on and now that I’m closer it not getting better either.”
“Don’t you like my dress?”
“God…baby…I love it…but so do all the men in this place. There’s an old fart staring at you bare back like your going to be his next meal.”
“Oh , Jon you like to exaggerate, don’t you?”
He sat down on his chair.
“Well, baby if you don’t believe me, have a look.”
Cheyenne gasped. Jon smiled at the “old fart” and waved.
“God, Jon. It’s Bruce Willis! Old fart…..oh God, you’re crazy!”
“Hey, he is an old fart and if he knows what’s good for him. He’ll stop staring at you.”
He took her hand in his and stared into her face.
‘You are absolutely gorgeous, baby. I want to rip that dress off and taste your sweet skin…but I guess it has to wait for later….” His other hand went below the table.
His eyes widened and turned dark…very dark, his voice hoarse and low.
“You have a slit in your dress, up to where I wanna be right now. God baby you’re such a damn tease…I want to throw you on this table right now, ripping into you until the fire in me stops…. Fuck would it ever stop?”
He held his breath for a moment, slowly releasing his breath, raw passion etched on his face, his eyes holding hers captive.
Cheyenne was so wound up from wanting him that she felt an uncomfortable wetness in her panties. She was burning for him and his choice of words didn’t make it easier.
She moved her hand onto his muscular thigh, feeling it bunch underneath her touch. She moved her hand towards his crotch feeling a hard bulge there.
He moved his golden head towards her ear.
‘Fuck Cheyenne , you better take your hand off or I’ll embarrass both of us. I’m burning for you baby. I need to keep my shit together and you in that damn dress and touching me like this is only making it worse.”
She removed her hand, laying it on Jon’s hand on top of the table, giving him a blinding smile, making his stomach flip.
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