Chapter 1: Sparks in the Ballroom
The grand ballroom of the Enchanted Orchid Hotel glittered under a thousand floating candles, a spectacle of wealth and magic to kick off the Quidditch season. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, but all eyes were drawn to the newest star of the league, Nick White. The American player stood at the center of a fawning crowd, two women draped over his arms, giggling at his every word. His smirk was as sharp as a Bludger’s hit, and his reputation as a womanizing jerk preceded him like a storm cloud.
Across the room, Ginny Potter stood beside her husband, Harry, her fiery red hair catching the candlelight. She sipped her drink, her sharp green eyes narrowing at the sight of Nick. 'Look at that jerk,' she muttered, rolling her eyes. 'Thinks he’s king of the hill.'
Harry, ever the peacemaker, sighed. 'Oh, Ginny, leave the guy alone.'
'I just don’t like those guys who think too highly of themselves,' she shot back, her tone dripping with disdain. Harry murmured a quiet 'I know,' but Ginny’s attention was already elsewhere. Her gaze locked with Nick’s across the crowded room. He flashed her a roguish, seductive smile, his eyes glinting with challenge. She scoffed, turning away with a flick of her hair, and tugged Harry to the other side of the hall.
Hours later, the party’s energy waned. Harry, yawning, kissed Ginny’s cheek. 'I’m heading up to the room. I’m knackered.'
'Fine, I’ll be up soon,' she replied, waving him off as she made her way to the bar. A few drinks in, the buzz of alcohol warmed her veins, loosening her usual sharpness. That’s when she heard a voice, smooth as silk and twice as dangerous.
'Well, well, if it isn’t the famous Ginny Potter,' Nick drawled, sliding onto the stool beside her, a drink in hand. His eyes roamed over her with unabashed hunger. 'I must say, you don’t live up to your reputation. You’re much prettier—and hotter—in person.'
Ginny let out a sharp laugh, her tone mocking even through the haze of liquor. 'Hahaha. You really are the jerk they warned me about.'
Nick leaned closer, his smirk widening. 'Hmmm, so you’ve been asking about me? If you want, I can show you that my reputation is true.' His voice dropped to a whisper, hot against her ear. 'Preferably behind closed doors.'
Ginny faltered for a split second, heat creeping up her neck, but she recovered with a sneer. 'Uh... hmmm, I think you’re overrated and superficial. And another thing,' she took a bold sip of her drink, standing with a sway of her hips, 'I’m way out of your league.'
She strutted away, leaving him at the bar, her heart pounding harder than she’d admit. Heading for the elevator, she pressed the button with a determined jab, ready to escape to her room. But as the doors slid open and she stepped inside, Nick was right behind her. The space felt suddenly small, charged with an electric tension.
Before she could snap at him, Nick closed the distance, his voice a low growl. 'I’ll show you the trick.' He crashed his lips against hers, bold and unapologetic. Ginny resisted for a fleeting moment, her hands pushing at his chest, but the heat of his mouth, the taste of whiskey on his tongue, ignited something reckless in her. She kissed him back, fierce and hungry, matching his intensity.
Nick’s hands slid down to her ass, gripping hard as he pulled her closer, making her gasp into his mouth. He lifted her effortlessly, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the undeniable press of his cock against her. 'Are you feeling this?' he murmured, grinding against her pussy through their clothes, drawing a low moan from her lips. 'This is the dick that’s gonna fuck you all night. Just press the floor number for my room.'
He nodded toward the panel, the number 45 glowing like a dare. Ginny’s breath hitched, her body already betraying her resolve. Her eyes flicked to the panel, then back to him, a smirk curling her lips as she gave his hard length a teasing wiggle with her hips. Without breaking eye contact, she reached out and pressed 45, the decision sealing a night of forbidden heat she knew she’d never forget.
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