The Do Over

Last night after dinner, we went dancing at Rick's favorite nightclub. Dimly lit, the lights cast shadows along the walls. Across the back wall, bartenders drew their crowd around the bar that was stocked with everything imaginable. The atmosphere was electric with great music and a packed dance floor.

As soon as we arrived, people came up to us, mainly Rick, and we'd socialized. Rick, though, had a tendency to be friendly with women. The only thing I'd asked was that he'd refrained from any playful banter with her, his ex-girlfriend. It really hadn't been an issue since we hadn't run into her in a long time, but last night, she happened to be at their old stomping ground.

When he saw her, his face broke into a big Cheshire Cat smile. He walked over, said hello and made the unnecessary introductions. Thank God I looked amazing. My silky top accentuated all my positive features and my low-slung tight jeans hugged me in all the right places. Killer pumps added four inches to my height. With my shoulder-length dark brown hair straightened and my scandalous smoky eyes, I felt hot and sexy.

Snaking my arm possessively through Rick's, I exchanged an all-telling look with her as we sized each other up. As far as I was concerned, everything was working in my favor. Resting my head on his shoulder, I smiled as I thought back to our appetizer from earlier in the evening.

He called me at work with the news that he'd just gotten a much-deserved promotion. We were going to spend the evening celebrating with dinner and dancing.

When I got home, he must've heard me fumbling for my keys because the door flung open. Grabbing me, he dragged me against him roughly. With that dimpled smile on his face that I'd seen so many times before, I knew what he wanted. He hungrily eyed my lips and then brought his mouth over mine. His tongue caressed my lower lip, begging for entrance, and I opened, welcoming him. The kiss was deep and passionate. As he held me tightly, our hands explored each other.

The restaurant where we had made dinner reservations was just a little over an hour away, so I knew we were short on time.

Suddenly, I landed on the bed with his body pressed over mine. Feeling, yearning, and aching for his touch. He gazed at me with wild desire as he held my arms up. He slid off my shirt, keeping my arms above my head, and then his lips traveled slowly down my highly sensitized body. Releasing my breasts from my bra, his mouth found my hardened nipples. He nibbled on one while his thumb and forefinger pinched the other.

Heat pooled between my legs as my desire peaked. I needed him. I couldn't wait. I didn't want to wait. "Please," I begged.

He loved how my body responded to him. "Cariño, I'm going to let your hands go, but don't move them. I want a little appetizer before dinner," he said. Grinning, he moved down my body and then lost himself between my legs. As he sucked on my *, he inserted one and then two fingers inside of me. "I love how wet and hot you get for me. You're dripping."

When he found my spot, the pressure mounted. I couldn't hold on any longer, and the convulsions rippled through me.

"That's it. Come for me," he encouraged in a husky voice.

The look of lust and heat in his eyes was erotic. He knew how much I wanted him.

"F*ck, you drive me crazy when you wiggle your ass like that," he growled.

He loved the power he had over me. He knew how my body responded to his touch and how he could pleasure me. He loved how much I wanted him.

After he pulled down his pants, I felt his tip teasing me.

"Do you want me inside of you?"

"You know I do," I panted.

Hungrily, he entered me. The movement was fluid and perfect. As he thrust in and out of me, I brought down my arms, clutching him, as I wrapped my legs around his back. Feeling him deep inside of me, the pressure began to build again.

"I can feel you, Cariño. You're so f*cking hot when you're coming," he growled sensually.

With that prompting, we both climaxed together. We smiled, knowing what would be on the menu for dessert later.

The sound of his voice brought me back to the moment.

"It was good to talk to you, Ely. I'll see you around." He slid his arms around my waist and led me to the dance floor. Leaning in, he seductively whispered, "What were you thinking about back there?"

Pressing my body against his, I put my head against his chest. "Your appetizer."

He tilted my chin up and ran his lips over mine. "Wait until you see what I have in store for your main course. You might not make it to dessert."

"I have a big appetite." I smiled as he lowered his mouth over mine and kissed me.

He pulled back and led me to the dance floor where we danced pressed up against each other for at least an hour.

Needing drinks, we worked out way out of the crowded dance floor, Rick went to the bar to get us drinks while I found us a small table.

When he returned, he handed me my Cosmo and set his drink on the table. "I'll be right back. I have to go see someone," he said.

With a drink in my hand and lust in my eyes, I watched him as he walked back into the crowd. This was typical for us. He would always talk to people. Being in sales, he knew everyone, including half the female population. I wasn't jealous. He would be going home with me, and I knew very well what we'd be doing in a matter of hours. As I brought the glass to my mouth, my lips curled, resting in that reality. It was as simple as that.

Then, my delicious grin went flat. I watched as he went to her and pulled her onto the dance floor. What the f*ck? Everything happened in slow motion. Jealousy, anger, betrayal, and humiliation flooded my head. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. What happened to the air in the room? I wanted to move, but I was stuck.

The glass slipped out of my hand and crashed on the floor as the Cosmo splashed all over my shoes. My legs were paralyzed while my eyes were glued on them dancing to fast music. Smiling and laughing, they gazed at each other in a very intimate way. His hold on her was all too familiar.

Trapped in a sea of people, I watched this exchange. I was suddenly the outsider. Sweat beaded around my temples. I needed to pull it together. I needed to get out of here. Tears pooled in my eyes. I was dying a slow death, feeling the humiliation choke my heart, while the rest of the world was oblivious.

The song was over in less than four minutes. It was the longest four minutes of my life. Even if I had the energy, I refused to make a scene. I wasn't about to give her that satisfaction. She looked over at me and smirked victoriously as she pressed herself into him. I put on a fake smile, but my eyes betrayed me. I wanted to rip out her stringy hair and claw out her eyes. I hated her, and I was furious with him.

He pulled away from her and made his way back to me, avoiding my eyes. Once he got to the table, he reached over for his drink. I laid my hand over his. Leaning toward him, I said, "We're leaving…now."

He swallowed his signature Black Label in one gulp and placed the glass back on the table. "No, we're not. I'm celebrating tonight."

Standing up and glaring at him, I demanded, "Do whatever you want. Give me the keys because I'm leaving."

He huffed, "Stop being ridiculous."

Me? Ridiculous? My lower lip trembled, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I was about to lose it, but I held my stance.

"This was my night, Daniela," he snapped, grabbing my hand as we left the club. "You had to go and f*cking ruin it."

When we were finally alone, everything came out, and we fought for a while.

Although I did end up in his bed at the end of the night, we didn't have hot, steamy, and intense sex. There were no orgasms to pacify the resentment and anger. For the first time in the six months that we'd been living together, we were lying with our backs to each other in silence with a high and thick wall that seemed impenetrable.

When morning came, the silence continued all day until it was broken with his unexpected declaration that this wasn't working for him.