4. Mike

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Mike

I 've never been so thankful to see a concert end. If I had to feel Erica rubbing against me a minute longer, I would have lost it.

Who knew Billy Joel had so many slow songs you could sway your body to? Hell, even the fast songs caused Erica to rub her back against my cock.

"I had a really nice time tonight," she says, playing with the end of one of her braids. She looks at me with her big brown eyes.

We've been standing in the parking lot making small talk while the cars have filed out until only our two cars left. I told my friends I would meet them back at the hotel in case Erica wanted more from tonight than just to see Billy Joel.

It takes everything I have not to throw her over my shoulder and take her back to my hotel room and ravage her, but thanks to Doug and forgetting to reserve each of us a hotel room, we had to double up.

That's the last time I let Doug be in charge of anything. I could be spending the night back at the hotel alone with Erica instead of standing in a parking lot at eleven o'clock at night.

"I should get back to the hotel. I'm not sure what time we plan to leave in the morning." I place my hand in the middle of her back and guide her to her car.

"Thanks again. I'm a big fan of Billy Joel's. You made one of my dreams come true."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. He's an amazing artist—one I wouldn't mind seeing again."

We stop in front of her car, and the air crackles between us, neither of us wanting this night to end. I try to think of any reason to make this night last longer when she beats me to it.

"Do you want to come back to my place?"