Hannah, Mikayla and a few other friends had decided to have a girl's night out.

They were immensely enjoying themselves as they danced with each other. The atmosphere in the club on a Friday night was fantastic as usual.

After a few hours in, they took a break from dancing and sat down to have some drinks. Mikayla ended up getting a call from her fiancé. Apparently, Damien's return flight to London arrived earlier than expect and so Mikayla apologised for having to leave early.

"No worries love, go get you some French penis! Tell D-Man I said hi," Hannah said over the sound of the music as she hugged her best friend goodbye.

Sitting back in her chair, Hannah ordered another round of drinks. Her blue eyes scanned the crowd as she sat next to the transparent balcony on the upper floor. She noted that there were a few fine selections on display. The old Hannah would have wondered to herself which would be the lucky stranger to join her for a one-night stand tonight.

"Look at you, being all semi-responsible. Miks would be so proud," she said softly while sipping on her cocktail.

Eventually, the other girls returned to the dance-floor, while Hannah stayed to order herself another drink. She enjoyed the attention that she was receiving in the form of stares, as various men ogled her from below. As she momentarily turned her gaze away from the crowd, her eyes locked with a man whose heated stare was fixed on her. He was sitting in the left corner, a few tables over from where she presently was.

The flashing lights of the club allowed her intermittent views of his face. He was striking, at least she thought so, with piercing eyes and a sharp jaw. The stranger looked dangerously enigmatic as he sipped from his glass, his eyes never leaving hers. The attraction that she felt was instantaneous, something that was unusual for her.

Generally, she would confirm her attraction for a man through some form of interaction and conversation. This one's penetrating gaze, however, had Hannah almost panting as she felt herself becoming aroused. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that he looked like trouble.

"The bad ones are always the most fun," Hannah said softly as her eyes locked with his, giving him a knowing look.

With unhurried movements, she placed her now empty glass on the small table and stood up. She knew how to play this game very well. In the end, she always had them eating out the palm of her hand, amongst other things. Smiling to herself, she leaned onto the translucent railing of the balcony, her back facing the man.

Hannah wore a mauve, short, sleeveless sheath party dress with a multi strap open back. The nude-coloured strappy heels made her long, sleek legs look even more inviting. Her medium-length blonde hair was pinned to the left, exposing the smooth skin of the right side of her neck. Holding on to the railing in front of her, Hannah began moving her body to the music.

She knew that her tight dress did not leave much to the imagination as it clung to the curves of her body. As another catchy song began to play, Hannah got lost in to the beat of the music. Her eyes fluttered closed while her hips began to move faster.

Her skin tingled, knowing that his eyes were on her. She could feel his gaze burning into her back. It sent slight shivers down her spine, causing her arousal to heighten as she clenched her thighs together. It would take another two songs before she could feel someone suddenly standing close behind her.

"You dance beautifully," his warm breath caressed the skin between her neck and ear as he spoke, "I would join you but I had not planned on dancing tonight."

Laughing softly, Hannah slowly turned to face him, her breath momentarily caught in her throat as her eyes locked with his. With their faces close to each other, she could properly see the colour of his eyes, they were a sharp hazel.

It appeared that they were greener than brown and she could not help but be intrigued by them. Hannah realised that she had not said anything as of yet and blinked to shake this trance-like feeling off.

"That's fine, you would've just held me down anyway," she winked, insinuating that she was the better dancer, leaving no impression that she was affected by him whatsoever.

As her blue eyes continued to take in his appearance, they slowly travelled over his body. The man was tall, taller than she had expected. He was around 6'2 and leanly built. He wore a crisp white shirt with the top two buttons undone and paired it with dark coloured chinos. She licked her lips as she continued her observation of him. Hannah could not help but notice that he had a slight dusting of grey strands scattered throughout his dark brown hair as well as a bit on his short beard.

Silently she wondered how old he was. He looked like he was in his early forties. She could not be too sure in the current lighting. Either way, he was extremely handsome. It seemed that she always ended up dealing with much older men. Perhaps Mikayla was right and she did have some sort of kink.

Before her imagination could run away with her, Hannah quickly dismissed the thought from her mind. All that mattered was that he was sexy and standing so close to him was arousing her even more as the minutes passed. She felt her panties dampen and her nipples harden, straining against the material of her dress. The sound of his voice caused her eyes to snap back to his.

With a slight grin he said, "I'll hold you down, but I may never let you go again."

Hannah threw her head back and laughed, "You're an arrogant one, aren't you?" she asked, already loving their exchange.

"I like to think of it as being direct," he replied against the sound of the music.

Cocking her head to the side a bit she inquired, "What's your name?"

"Miles," he said flashing her a white smile, "and you?"

She nodded and smiled without answering him as a new song began to play. The increased bass of the music drowned out his last words. Her body began to throb from her arousal as well as from the strong beats of the current song.

Hannah's eyes seemed to glow as she stared up at him, looking like cerulean gems in the dim light. His eyes wandered over her body, appreciating her openly, just as she had him.

He could not help but enjoy the view that she presented in the dress that she wore. The open back gave him a lovely sight of her creamy exposed skin; skin that he itched to touch. It was a good thing that he had his hands in his pockets. Her nipples were pushing against the fabric, confirming his suspicion that she was not wearing a bra.

"Are you seeing anyone?" he asked.

"Does it really matter?" she replied then added, "I'm free to play."

Though in her mind she knew that she should just take his number and call it a night. They should get to know each other a little better before they engaged in anything.

His eyes darkened slightly as he stepped even closer, inhaling her scent. A faint hint of vanilla hit his nose as his hands moved to rest on the railing on either side of her. He knew that he should stay away from women like her. If she was as promiscuous as she sounded, it usually never ended well.

The man had simply come out tonight to catch up with some friends. He had not had any intention of meeting anyone, much less wanting to get into bed with them. However, there was just something about her that called to him. He had to have her.

He had never felt an attraction this strong before. He could blame it on the alcohol, but it would be futile. His hardened erection strained against the zipper of his pants and, as his gaze held hers, he could not help but press himself against her front.

Biting her lips, Hannah pushed herself into him, wrapping her hands around his neck. Moving her hips seductively, she slowly rubbed herself against his body, causing them both to moan.

"Do you want to get out of here?" he asked.

Staring up at him, Hannah silently debated on whether she should go with him or not. Allowing her arousal to take over, she grabbed her clutch and held his hand. With a dazzling smile, his fingers laced with hers as he led them through the crowd and exited the building.

Walking side by side, he could not help but steal glances at her. She was so confident in her sexuality, poised and sensual. It was something that was rare and he found himself savouring her presence.

In the back of her mind, Hannah knew that she should have just walked away. She could not believe what she was doing, having not had a one-night stand with a stranger in over sixteen months. However, she ignored the voice of reason in her head and instead followed a primal instinct within her and led him to the nearby park.

"How about here?" she whispered as they found a secluded spot, her voice breathy in the silence.

He stared at her for a moment, enjoying the way the light of the moon caressed the skin of her face. It was as though he was transfixed. Suddenly, without a word, he pulled her towards him into a fiery kiss. He had wanted to do that since the moment he had first laid eyes her on the dance-floor earlier that night.

With slow movements, he backed her up against the wide trunk of a tree, her clutch falling to the floor as her hands circled his neck. There was an urgent need to touch her as his hands moved to gently fondle her breasts. They were a perfect size, fitting in his hands neatly as if they were made for him. As his fingers moulded against her skin, his lips never once left hers, their kisses turning even more heated.

Having a similar need, Hannah's hands moved and slid up under his shirt, settling against his firm and warm skin. Her short nails dragged along the curves of his muscles as he deepened their kiss. He tasted like whiskey, his dominance and masculinity almost driving her to madness. She kissed him boldly, letting her hands drop to his hips, her fingers dipping into his waistband as she pressed herself closer to him.

His lips slid from hers down to her neck, softly caressing the sensitive skin. The contrast of his warm lips and the cold wind was arousing and she could not help but moan loudly. His hands roughly tugged at the ties of her dress, pulling the fabric down. He freed her chest to his gaze. With unhurried actions, his thumb brushed over one pink nipple, lightly at first, then harder.

Simultaneously, his other hand gripped the back of her head. His fingers removed the clip that held her hair, pocketing it quickly before his hand came back to fist in her hair. His lips wandered over her neck; his breath hot on her skin.

"You like that don't you?" he murmured as his lips hovered near her ear.

Hannah shivered, her arousal heightening. There was no turning back now, his hands and lips upon her skin had clouded her judgement as well as her senses. She did not understand this need she had to touch him, to feel him inside of her. But she had to have him.

"No..." she defiantly said even as she sought his touch.

With a soft chuckle, his grip in her hair tightened as he moved his lips back to hers, hungrily devouring her mouth. She kissed him back with as much fervour, as though his breath was the only thing keeping her alive.