They danced through two more songs, the heat between them rising with every grind, every possessive squeeze, and every whispered filthy promise.
Sophie's body moved like it was made for his, rolling, pressing, teasing until Stan's cock was achingly hard and her dress was slightly disheveled from his roaming hands.
By the time the DJ slowed things down even further, they were both breathing heavily, skin flushed, eyes dark with barely-contained lust.
The party began to wind down around them.
People exchanged goodbyes, the music softened, and the crowd thinned.
Stan kept one arm firmly around Sophie's waist as they made their way out, her body still brushing against his with every step.
The cool night air hit them as they stepped outside, a welcome contrast to the heated club atmosphere, but it did little to calm the fire raging between them.
They reached Stan's sleek Lamborghini parked under the glow of the streetlights.
