I couldn’t see him but I felt him, his body still pressed against mine. My heart was beating wildly in my chest and I was sure he could feel it too. “Do you like being bossed around in bed?” my voice was still just a whisper. The grunt that came from him spread through me, making me wet. I could feel his breath on my lips and smell the whiskey. “Push me against the wall again. Harder.”

And he did. Either I had drowned out the noises on the other side of the door or there were none. I was lost in the seven minutes I had with Kent. “Oh, Kent… yes…” I’d meant it that time. Him taking control of me was blazing hot.

Jen’s voice briefly cut through my thoughts, “Is she—“ but it was cut off by the blasting of The Rolling Stone’s “Beast of Burden.” My adrenaline was pumping, and I felt the need to do something crazy. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. Yes, he was with Jen. Yes, he’d been a dick and ruined my Christmas Eve earlier. But there was still some time to make this Christmas Eve not suck quite as bad. I wanted to kiss him to spite Jen. I wanted to kiss him for me. The spark ignited me and I felt his lips start to come to life as I slipped my fingers into Kent’s hair.

That kiss was between us but I wanted to leave my mark on him, to make Stacy proud. I kissed my way to his neck and then latched on. I felt him pulling away, so I tightened my grip in his hair to keep him still. His neck tasted of salt and he smelled faintly of something spicy. I focused on keeping the seal of my lips on his skin. He groaned, and I eased up just a little. When I felt my lips give out under the pressure, I pulled away. I wasn’t sure what it was going to look like because I’d never done that before but I was hopeful that it would be huge and dark.

“Are you drunk?” I asked him softly. I wanted to know if he was conscious and in his right mind.

“Bad… bad…” he replied.

I still couldn’t tell if he was drunk or just slightly inebriated. “What?” I pulled back from his neck and then remembered I couldn’t see his face. It was pitch black.

“I told you not to drink and…” he snickered softly. All I wanted was for him to put his hands on me some more.