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As we talked, someone came over excitedly and passed us a flyer, and as I perused it, I realized it was an invitation to a club. Instantly, I started to suggest walking away, but to my surprise, he stopped me.

"You're down for this?" I asked, and he looked over the flyer and then shrugged, though it was impossible to miss the flickering of excitement in his eyes.

"I probably haven't been to a club since I joined the company. I mean, I've had business meetings in lounges, but actually going to a club, I can't remember exactly what that feels like," I told him, expressing my dissatisfaction with my lack of recent club experiences.

His eyes widened at my words, and I nodded in agreement. We discussed the idea for a while, but as it started to get chilly outside, I halted and gave him a meaningful look.

"What's on your mind?" he asked, and I nodded in response.

"Let's try out the club. We'll both probably never be out of jobs like this again in the near future, so let's give it a whirl. Who knows, it might be a much better experience, especially with company," I suggested.

Upon my suggestion, he nodded, this time grabbing my hand, and we set off on our way.

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Kane

She was absolutely right that going to the club seemed like a dreadful and unpleasant idea. However, ever since I held her hand on the beach and hadn't let go, I had little to complain about. She clung onto my hand even tighter as we weaved through the crowds until we eventually reached the lounge area on the second floor.

The moment we arrived at the less crowded and more private bar, she burst into laughter, and I couldn't help but wonder why. Although I was curious, I didn't ask immediately; instead, I found myself fixated on her.

Noticing the way I was looking at her, she quickly assumed that I was wondering about her laughter and explained.

"You said you wanted to go to the club, but this is a private lounge. The club is down there."

I glanced down at the bustling dance floor, with people swaying and grinding to the deafening music. The thought of immersing myself in a sea of sweat and jostling elbows held no appeal to me. Just then, our drinks arrived, and I took a long sip.

"I think I'm too old for that scene," I remarked.

She leaned closer, her body pressing against mine, and her hand gently curved around the back of my neck. I couldn't quite discern whether her newfound audacity stemmed from her tipsiness or her desire to be affectionate and even provocative. Nevertheless, I had no objections as I willingly surrendered, and before long, her tongue was entwined with mine.

Setting the glass down, I fully engaged in the kiss, and by the time she pulled away, I was left breathless.

I kissed her repeatedly, convinced that the best way to revel in this night and its indulgences wasn't by retreating to a private lounge.

"Want to dance a bit?" I asked, breaking the kiss once again, and her eyes widened in response.

"Really?" she exclaimed, taken aback by the suggestion.

"Yeah," I replied, "and not on the balcony like those pretentious pricks. Let's act like college students for a while."

She stared at me, her teeth lightly sinking into her bottom lip as she scanned the dance floor.

“A little boost to help you decide," I said, offering her my drink, but she declined.

Instead, she grasped my hand, and we ventured into the crowd. It felt a bit awkward as we made our way through without a clear purpose, but eventually, we found a spot that seemed just right, and we simply observed.

"I feel old," she sighed, and in response, I pulled her closer against me, whispering in her ear.

"How about now?"

"I absolutely no longer feel old," she replied, pressing against my hardness. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. It didn't take long before we were swaying to the music, free from hesitation, concern, or awareness of our surroundings. It was just the music and us.

As I closed my eyes, her scent and body filled my senses, the heat between us intoxicating, and the taste of her skin even sweeter than I remembered.

"I've always wanted to... you know, fuck on a dance floor," she suddenly said, and I processed her words before smiling.

"You don't mean that," I teased, and she smiled back.