Lovers Premiere (Kimani Romance) by Adrianne Byrd

feeling…good. She looked across the room again and locked eyes with Ramell.
    Damn good, in fact.

Chapter 8
    T he Eleventh Annual Latin Grammy Awards was a unanimous hit. The evening was filled with spectacular music and dance. All of the performers were magnificent and the cheers from the crowd just made the evening feel like a four-hour-long concert. Akil Hutton won his first Latin Grammy and gave an emotional shout out to the new woman in his life, Charlene Quinn, and then of course reminded everyone to look for her debut CD coming out in the spring.
    After the show ended, everyone started drifting out of the venue to head for some of the many sponsored after parties. Sofia and Ramell made their way over to the Eye Candy Sound Lounge. Sofia loved its high-tech touch tables that allowed people to project images over the dance floor. Ram wrapped an arm around her waist and shouted over the music.
    â€œI think I’ll take that dance now!”
    â€œYou got it.” Sofia quickly tossed back her chocolate martini and then slipped her hand into his. With the multicolor-lighted disco floor and the strange electronic images floating overhead, Sofia was experiencing a sensory overload—and she loved it. She threw her hands up in the air and rocked her body to the beat like she didn’t have a care in the world.
    Never being more than a few inches away, Ram matched each erotic thrust of her hips with one of his own. In no time at all it was just them and the music. Sofia was saying things with her body that she never dared to say aloud. If he touched her hip, she’d touch his. A few times, she’d turned around to roll her butt up the front of his crotch, swivel her hips and then spin away.
    Ram was so turned on that he couldn’t think straight. He had never seen this side of Sofia before. She was sexy, wild and making him horny as hell. After about an hour on the dance floor, they returned to their table and ordered a few more drinks.
    Sofia ordered another chocolate martini and when Santana’s “Smooth” blasted through the speakers, she climbed on top of the table along with a few other girls and shook her moneymaker for all it was worth.
    Ram bobbed his head along with the music and mouthed the chorus when his eyes met with Sofia’s.
    Give me your heart, make it real. Or else forget about it. The seductive smile she shared gave him such a strong hard-on, it was a wonder that he didn’t just sweep her off the table, toss her over his shoulder and take her backto their suite. But he made sure that she could read that thought in his mind.
    Eventually, she did hop down and Ram was right there to catch and spin her around. There was a skip in his memory because the next thing he knew they were actually at a roulette table, a game Sofia claimed she had never played before, but was suddenly begging to play. Thrilled to see her smiling and having a good time, Ram removed a few Benjamins from his money clip and handed them over.
    The croupier exchanged the money for chips with the pit boss watching and then asked everyone to place their bets. Sofia took all of her chips and placed them on five.
    â€œAre you sure?” Ram asked.
    â€œNo. But that’s why they call it gambling,” she reminded him, and then planted a loud, smacking kiss on his lips.
    â€œThen let’s let it ride.”
    â€œNo more bets,” the croupier called and then proceeded to spin the wheel.
    Sofia locked her arms around Ram’s neck and proceeded to watch intently as the white ball was dropped into the spinning roulette. “Are you having a good time, Mr. Jordan?”
    â€œActually, I’m having a wonderful time,” he answered, sliding his hands up and down her back.
    â€œFive! The lucky number is five!” the croupier called out.
    Just as Sofia was about to plant a kiss onto Ram’s lips, she realized the number that had just been called.
    â€œFive! That’s me!