To Be Yours Again Chapter 34 The temptation

Joan’s family owned this club, so she could talk to them about the picture policy tonight.

Yeah, I wouldn’t want any one taking pictures of touching the strippers.

I didn’t need to worry about getting drunk either.

The DJ behind the desk is one of my favorites, her hair was twisted in braids at the top of her head, smashed by her big headphones. She threw a wave as I walked in.

I made a beeline for the bar, and Caden remained behind .

He broke stride and headed to the left, sitting at a table along the wall, I continued to the bar, getting my usual vodka.

Joan and I andered to the dance floor.

The music pumped in my chest, pushing its life force through my veins. My hips swayed to the beat.

When I danced, the music lifted up and the world around disappeared.

The lights were low, the people were blurry and my worries lted away.

I had no idea how long I danced and drank. But I knew Joan and I were having so much fun.

Suddenly, the music stopped and the lights went off, when it ca on again, there were about five n on the stage.

They were on leather pants and tight white shirts, their muscles were literally threatening to rip the shirt.

“Ladies, are you ready?!”A voice sounded.

“Oh, yeah!”Joan and I as well as other ladies squealed.

A slow sensual song ca on and the n began to move, seductively around.

I had cash in my bag, ready to touch so abs at any point.

One of the n was already stripping in front of a woman who kept splaying money on him.

I drained my glass, ready to move forward a bit but suddenly, soone blocked my path.

I looked up and winced, I was so drunk that I was seeing him in twos.

Caden?

“Ti to leave!”He announced.

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*CADEN*

No way am I letting her gush and touch random n.

I had literally shooed away any man who had wanted to dance with her. She was only allowed to dance with Joan.

I had thought she was joking about the whole strippers part.

But she was really serious. She wanted to pay n to strip for her?!

I didn’t take her to be such a wild woman.

Sure, she might have developed new habits during the last eight years.

But this was unacceptable!

No!

She would not be doing this under my watch.

I glanced at her friend, Joan.

She was such a bad influence.

But I couldn’t leave with Alora without making sure she was safe.

I signaled Hanks to go get Joan’s driver.

Both of them were going ho. They’ve had enough fun.

Alora pushed against .

“Move, I...I need to see the...”

Before she could complete that, I carried her over my shoulders.

She started to hit my back.

“Stop, what are you doing? Put down!”She thundered.

Man, she reeked of alcohol.

I headed out of the club, Hank already had the car ready, Alora was a lot calr now and I thought maybe she had passed out from all the drinking, I gently placed her on the back seat, she leaned against the window.

I watched Joan’s driver get her into her own car and then drove off.

“Let’s go.”I said to Hanks.

I got into the back seat while he started the car and drove away.

Sighing, I stared at Alora. She had a short, a very sexy short dress on.

It was bare-shouldered, the top part of her boobs were exposed, and just a slit tug on the dress would reveal her nipples.

I shut my eyes and looked away.

“Caden...”She suddenly purred, drunkily and moved to rest her head on my shoulder.

“You...why are you so good looking? I...I don’t like won gushing over you. From now on, try to look less handso, okay? And...” She hip-cupped.

I bit back a smile.

She finds good looking?

I already know I was.

But it felt great hearing her say that.

“How can I...? You...strippers...I...”

She was speaking gibberish now.

And then she laughed, drunkily.

I wondered what was going on in that alcohol filled brain of hers.

“You’re a handso man.”She told .

I glanced at her.

“A handso bad man.” She added and then her hand moved, she ran a finger over my lips.

A bad man?

Oh Alora, I could never be bad to you.

But I could do a lot of bad things to you, bad things in another sense.

“Your lips...do you know how kissable they look?”

A cord tightened in my belly.

I should take her hand away from my lips.

I couldn’t let this drunk woman harass like this but I liked her finger on my lips.

I can’t believe I’m fighting against sucking that finger right now.

Her hand fell to my chest and she began to undo the buttons of my shirt.

I should stop her but I don’t.

After getting three buttons off,she sighed, happily and slid a hand in to touch the skin of my chest.

My heartbeat skyrocketed, beating heavily against her hand and I felt unbearably hot all over.

Waves of heat were coming and going, gathering intensity.

This girl was going to be the death of .

She was assaulting and I was letting her.

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When we got to the house, I carried her into my arms, as I climbed up the stairs, she ran her hand through my hair.

It felt heavenly, refreshing, calming all my nerves.

When I got to her bedroom, I lowered her to her feet and she suddenly bent down as if wanting to vomit.

Alard, I quickly pulled her over to the bathroom.

She bent before the WC and began to threw up, I held her hair back as she did so.

Suddenly, an imagination flashed through my head.

Of holding her hair back as she did sothing else.

I quickly put a stop to that thought.

Fuck!

Just help this drunk lady get to bed and leave.

When she was done, I made her wash her mouth and face.

I helped her out of the bathroom, she sat on the bed and I stared at her, I didn’t know how she’d feel about changing her clothes, I figured she’d not want to see her naked but her clothes might be uncomfortable to sleep in so I suggested.

“Alora, can you...”I pointed at her closet as I spoke slowly so her intoxicated brain could understand.

“Can...you...go...in...there...and...change...into...your...pjs? Go in there and take off your clothes.” I let out.

She suddenly lifted up her head.”Take off your clothes? The strippers? Where are they?” She stood up and staggered around the room.

I sighed.

I should just get her to bed even in this clothes and then I should leave.

She turned to face and smiled.

That smile made nervous.

“Oh, you’re here.”

“Alora...”

“Where’s my bag?” She staggered around again and then found it, I had placed it on the bedside table.

I watched her bring out so cash notes from her bag.

She walked up to . “Strip.”

My jaw dropped.

Was she seeing as a stripper?

“I think you need to get so sleep.”I advised.

She placed the cash against my chest.

“This is a lot of money, you know. Co on, show so abs.”

Oh God.

Sober Alora could be bratty sotis but I didn’t know what to call this.

Drunk Alora was sothing else.

I held her shoulders.”Co on, ti to sleep.”

She wiggled out of my arms.

“C’mon, please, if you don’t, I’ll get soone else.” She looked around and gasped.”Where did the rest of the strippers go?”

“There are no strippers here, we’re in your house and you need to sleep.”

“No! I’m not sleeping until you strip!”

She ran back to her bag and brought out more notes.

She held my hand and placed the cash.

“C’mon, I’d give you more.”

I was sure if I were to be treated like this by soone else, I’d be mad as fuck.

But I wasn’t right now.

I couldn’t get mad at her.

Perhaps, I should just do what she wants so she can finally go to bed.

I took off my jacket.

“Yes!”She squealed.

I started to undo the button of my sleeves, watching as her eyes grew wider and wider.

Freeing myself off my sleeves, I took off my undershirt and stood before her, half-naked.

“WOW!” She let out.

Having her gush over like this was making aroused.

But I had to control myself and kept reminding myself that she wasn’t in her right senses.

She moved closer to .

I tensed when she placed her hand on my chest.

“I like what I see.”She cooed.

I swallowed the huge lump in my throat, almost felt like I swallowed my Adam apple.

She moved her hand lower, caressing my abs.

Ah, fuck.

My trousers got so tight, with my dick making a tent there.

She was mindlessly seducing .

As if she caught sight of the bulge between my legs, her hand moved lower and was almost there.

I quickly grabbed her hand.

“Ti to sleep.”My voice was hoarse.

I should just dump her on the bed and leave before things get out of control.

She resisted, but I dragged her to her bed.

Placing her on it, I made to stand up, but she tightly curled her arms around my neck pulling so close to her.

We were staring at each other, eyeballs to eyeballs.

It felt as if I was lost in her eyes.

“Don’t leave.”She murmured.

“Alora, I have to.”

God, she was killing .

As I tried to moved away from her, her hold on my neck tightened.

“Kiss .” She let out.

My breath caught and I tried not to stare at her lips.

“You’re drunk. Sleep it off.” I replied but she wouldn’t let go of .

That was a re excuse.

I could get away from her if I wanted to.

Her strength doesn’t match mine at all.

But I was suddenly a perverted punk who was barely fighting this temptation.

“Kiss ...”She said again, pursing out her lips and pulling closer and closer to her.

I inclined my forehead against hers, her eyes closed, our breaths intermixed.

Like a landslide, my mighty defenses fell, my hands speared into her hair.

I pressed my lips against hers. I kissed her, softly at first and then a swift gradation of intensity made cling to her, tightly.

My insistent mouth parted her lips, sending wild tremors along my fucking nerves, evoking from sensations I had never known I was capable of feeling.

She kissed back. Her tongue sliding into my mouth.

I have never felt this way about kissing anyone for years.

This lting sensation.

My veins throb and it felt as if my heart was about to explode. I wanted to kiss every inch of her.

I shouldn’t be kissing her right now.

Yet every breath exchanged between our urgent mouths tasted limitless.

Boundary lines were lting.

Sowhere in so distance part of my brain told that I had to stop this.

I had to stop kissing her right now before it would lead to sothing else.

Hell, it was wrong to kiss her.

Still, I’m kissing her like crazy.

I just didn’t want to stop kissing her.

‘She’s drunk, Caden. Doing anything more than this with her is sexual harassnt. She’s not in the right state of mind to give consent!’

And that worked.

With great reluctance, I moved my lips away from hers.

She opened her eyes and stared at with disappointnt. “Why did you stop?”

“We...we can’t...”

It took all my fucking will-power to not kiss her again, especially as she was giving an inviting look.

But it wasn’t a true invitation because she was drunk.

And my dick wasn’t helping. It was painfully hard.

To make matters worse, she wrapped her legs around my waist, my body was pressed against hers.

She ran a hand through my face.

“I want you. Take now.”

I shook my head.”We can’t...”

“Why do you keep saying that? Just fuck already.”

That dirty talk sent my dick hardening even more.

I think I’m going to die from a hard-on tonight.

“You...you would hate tomorrow if we do this.” I tried to reason with her.

Also, her sober self already hated , I didn’t want to make it worse.

“I...I won’t...”

“You’re drunk, Alora, you don’t even know what you’re saying.”

She pouted and then laughed.

“I’m not letting you go.”

“How about this? We would do it tomorrow.”I suggested so she’d let go tonight.

“Tomorrow?”

I quickly nodded.

“You promise?”

I nodded again.

“Then stay in my bed till tomorrow then.”

With that, she loosened her grip on , and swiftly, she pushed , making lie flat on the bed.

She rested her head on my chest and sighed.”Don’t leave.”

I looked down to see her eyes already closed.

Relief washed over .

My cock was still begging for release but I tried to ignore it.

I’d just wait until she’s fast asleep and then I’ll leave.