The Burning Passion With My Stepfather.

"Damn! He's hot!" Jane bit her lower lip, her eyes locked on the figure who had just stepped into the club.

Ginny sighed, rolling her eyes in annoyance, and turned to see what had caught her innocent friend's attention. Her jaw dropped. Her mouth fell open, and she swallowed hard as she looked at the man before them.

He had dark, jet-black hair styled to perfection, a sharp jawline, and intense eyes that seemed to pierce through the crowd. His light gray shirt clung tightly to his body, showcasing his chiseled abs and broad shoulders.

His face was near-perfect, almost like a piece of art.

"Damn it... he's hot," Ginny mumbled, biting her lower lip and fidgeting with her hair.

"He sure is," Jane confirmed, their gaze never wavering from the man.

"Here's your drink, miss," the bartender interrupted, setting the bottle down on the glass table.

Ginny quickly averted her gaze back to the man, but he was gone, as if he had vanished into thin air. She growled, her jaw clenched with her teeth gritted. She grabbed the bottle angrily, giving the bartender a piercing and intense stare, resisting the urge to yell at him for distracting her.

"Can I say something, miss?" the bartender asked, his pink lips forming a pout. He was handsome too, but not as much as the guy earlier.

Ginny nodded and took a swig of her drink.

"Take it easy, that's your eighth bottle today. You're a beautiful young lady..."

Ginny hit the bottle against the glass table with a sharp crack.

The bartender flinched, quickly shifting his gaze from the bottle to the table, expecting it to shatter, but it didn't.

"A little advice... learn how to mind your own business," Ginny snarled before getting to her feet, staggering backward for a moment.

"Let's dance, Jane!" She declared, raising the bottle in the air, and making her way toward the dance floor, the pulsating music and flashing lights seeming to swirl around her.

Her eyes took on a glassy sheen, unfocused and distant. The sweet, pungent smell of alcohol wafted from her skin, mingling with the sweat and heat of the crowded room. Jane followed swiftly, her steps staggering as she did.

"Yesss!... Woohoo!" Jane cheered, shaking her butt to the jazzy music.

"Wanna dance?" A guy extended his hand to her. Jane looked up at his handsome face, giggling, sliding her hand into his. "Since I'm already dancing... of course," she half-grinned, her words slurring.

The guy nodded, pulling her close as they both moved to the rhythm.

In a flash, Ginny stopped dancing, scanning the dance floor. "Where the hell did she go?" she groaned, narrowing her eyes.

"Hi, cutie," a deep baritone voice called from behind her. She spun around to see the man from earlier, now standing right in front of her. Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped slightly as she stared at him. He looked even more handsome and hot up close, making her heart race.

"Can we dance?" He extended his hand, his eyes locking onto hers. "Sure... yes," she stuttered, rushing the last part, her cheeks flushing. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands grasping her waist, pulling her close. She swallowed hard, placing her hands on his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his shirt through his shirt as they began to dance.

The pulsating rhythm enveloped them, the beat throbbing like a heartbeat. Moving their bodies in perfect sync with the beat of the music, he pressed his hands firmly on her waist, drawing her even closer, his fingers pressing into her skin.

Ginny suddenly felt her legs weaken; she was getting aroused.

Sensing her state, he spun her around continuously, the colorful lights blurring together as he pulled her close again. Ginny's eyes watered, and her mouth filled with saliva as she pushed him away abruptly, her hands shaking.

She rushed off in a bid to escape the impending nausea, she needed to puke and couldn't hold it in any longer.

With a frown face and brows furrowed, he followed her.

Ginny pushed open a door quickly and stumbled into the bathroom. She barely made it to the sink before she vomited, gripping her stomach tightly.

"Puff..." She groaned, raising her hand to frantically search for the tap handle. When she found it, she turned it on, but the water unexpectedly gushed out, splashing her face and nearly choking her as it went up her nose.

She staggered backward, losing her balance, but two hands caught her just in time.

"Are you okay?"

She heard the same deep baritone voice and turned to face him. A smile crept onto her lips as she looked into his handsome face.

She placed both hands on his shoulders, inhaling his cologne as she did so.

He stared at her intently; his eyes lingered on her face, mesmerized by her beauty. His gaze wandered down her lips, soft and inviting like rose petals, and he suddenly felt the irresistible urge to taste her. He swallowed hard, leaning in, his lips inches from hers, staring at her lips as they drew closer to his. Without thinking, he brushed his lips against hers, the touch sending shivers down her spine. Their lips melded together, gentle at first, then deepening into a passionate kiss.

Ginny's eyes flew open immediately, blinking frantically as she tried to process what had just happened. She pulled her hands off his shoulders and stepped back.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, noticing how uncomfortable she seemed.

"It's fine," she stuttered, nervously playing with her nails.

He was impossibly handsome, his piercing eyes making her heart skip a beat. His deep voice and the intoxicating scent of his cologne weren't helping.

"What's your name?" His tone was gentle and soothing.

"My name is..."

Before she could finish, he suddenly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close.

Ginny froze, her mind reeling in surprise, but as the kiss deepened, she couldn't deny the sparks flying between them. She felt herself melting into his embrace, her lips responding to his with a will of their own. His hand wandered to her chest, gently squeezing it with one hand, and he bit softly on her lower lip.

She moaned softly into his mouth, and before she knew it, she was kissing him back with reckless abandon.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of desire and the sweet, sweet taste of each other's lips.

He slowly pulled away, both of them trying to catch their breath. "Jump on," he said, giving her a soft peck.

Ginny obeyed immediately, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his torso.

His hand moved to her butt, holding her close to him, and he slammed his lips against hers again.

Ginny responded eagerly as he spun around and kicked the bathroom door open, walking slowly inside.

He laid her gently on the bed, his lips still locked on hers, and began unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her soft skin inch by inch until she was completely bare before him.

He removed his belt, quickly slipping off his trousers. The burning desire in his eyes was evident as he looked at her. He leaned forward, nibbling softly on her ear before moving to her neck.

Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting more and surrendering to her desires. He was ready to give her everything she desired.

He parted her legs gently and entered her.

Ginny gripped his shoulders tightly as he moved inside her, her back arching off the bed. He swallowed hard and began thrusting into her hungrily.