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The ride, thank God, was short, but now that we are here I want nothing --none of that holds any appeal All I want is Damien’s mouth on mine, his hands on my bare skin, and his cock deep insidewhat I want anytime soon, and so I draw in a breath and try to focus despite this sensual haze in which I a," Da into a self-satisfied s?" I repeat "Jesus, Da me up and down "So I see" He pulls ainst a smooth wooden wall He presses his hands to either side of e, Ms Fairchild?"
"Just a tad" I catch the scent of him--the whiskey on his breath, the deep, spicy musk of his arousal--and it works upon me like the most potent of aphrodisiacs In addition to my sparkly black top, I as, a tiny red thong, and very high, very fuckable heels I take one step away fro Da to decide if I should thank you for this," I whisper "Or if I should figure out a way to get revenge"
"While I’ at your mercy," he says, "we both know that you’re as turned on as I am" He slides an arm around my waist and pulls me toward hiainsth his jeans The corner is dark and secluded, but I think I would have stroked him even if ere on the dance floor I am intoxicated by lust, e my hand away, I know that he is, too
"I’ row even harder and I se of my oer "Do you knohat I wanted in the limo, Damien? I wanted you on your knees in front ofue onof his pulse and his quick shallow breaths "I wanted to feel ed on this chain, andwhen you made me come, so hard and so fast that you’d have to carry me into this club"
"Holy fuck," he whispers, his voice so soft I can barely hear it
"So yes," I continue, as if I hadn’t even heard him "I am turned on" I stroke his cock slowly, because at least for this one moment, I have turned the tables on Daet And that, Mr Stark, is why I want revenge"
"You ument, Ms Fairchild"
"I pride myself on lea mischievously, then holds out his hand "Co?"
"Coh the crowded club full of beautiful people who are much more interested in each other than us I’m relieved We do not look like the Nikki and Damien who have been in the Ger outfit and Daht jacket over a T-shirt, not to mention a day’s worth of beard stubble That’s not to say that I haven’t seen a few heads turn e pass, but I think that is ood looks than his status as either a celebrity billionaire or as a e
As far as I can tell, the club has two ht colors and shiny surfaces The DJs spin an eclectic mix, but the the I recognize, it is deliciously danceable
At the enda Instead, Damien leads me to the terrace, and we step outside I pause a moment to take it all in--the candles that illulow The plush leather sofas and love seats that dot the terrace Sohts and provide a place for energetic dancers to have a drink and get a second wind Others are secluded, tucked away in dark corners for lovers to curl up together and soak in the atmosphere
The bouncers downstairs ets into this bar if they look shabby, and here under the starlight, that policy is obvious Everything glows, including Da that I see, but I know better than anyone how tarnished soine this place coarette butts stamped out on the stone floor The ethereal candles revealed as nothingis as it appears Not this club nor its patrons nor Da the other patrons to one of the love seats tucked in a darkened corner Damien sits, and I start to sit beside him "No," he says, then pulls , the hard ainst the hard knot ina little ah sound as shih me
"Trouble, Ms Fairchild?"
I lift a brow and rockthis hedonistic tempest crackle and pop inside of me And--if his face is any indication-- Damien a little crazy, too
"No trouble, Mr Stark," I say, as pri on fire
"Christ, Nikki"
He tugshiainst the bare skin ofwildly, then ainstme in place at the sers finding the thin strip of silk that in to move in slow, easy circles calculated to drive ht see"
"I want you Right noant to watch you explode in my arms"