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The last call comes blaring through on the P.A system. Shit, we have completely lost track of time! Okay, yes, I do recall hearing the DJ call for me earlier. If it sounded like his voice was underwater, drowned out by my lust, well right now the reality that it's 4 am and closing time is an earthquake, leveling everything in my brain.
"I have to go!" I say, a sharp departure from the moan only seconds ago was filling the air.
"Wait, give me your number!" Derek looks shocked, and I can tell he was as separated from reality as I was. "I have to have you again." His voice is a low growl that I feel all over my skin.
Frantically, I slide off my sticky thong and jot down my number quickly with a permanent marker that just happens to be in this room—my phone isn't with me because they don't allow those in the V.I.P. room.
"I was so wet when I had that on," I say as if that's the appropriate response to the wild evening we've just had. As I'm trying to run out, I see Derek sniff the soaked fabric.
"Oh, I'll remember your scent." Derek's voice has the power to make me wet all over again...as if there hasn't been a moment in his presence I wasn't drenched.
Fuck, that's when I whip out of the VIP room, and when I dash out the door, I realize I really just gave that guy my thong, so my bare ass is out. I stand on the floor, stupefied. I fucked a client and walked out of the VIP room after I gave him my bottoms and I missed final call. I missed my call to the stage. Fuck!
9
Derek
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this completely satisfied before. Strolling out of the VIP room, I can’t keep the smirk off my face. Sapphire was incredible. So much better than any woman I’ve ever been with in my life.
So hot, so sexy, a total wild thing coming apart in my hands.
Her screams of ecstasy are still ringing in my ears as I make my way across the club.
“Yo, Derek!”
I turn and find that a couple of my friends are still here, girls draped all over them.
“Dude, the place is about to close,” one of them calls. “Hope you got some.”
I grin, sure that it’s written all over my face. I got way more than any of those jokers, that’s for damn sure.
“Don’t you want to know.” I stop at the table, not really wanting to talk to anyone. Just wanting to keep reliving this night in my head over and over.
A stripper moves from my friend’s lap and walks toward me, her heavy-lidded eyes full of desire. She taps my chin with a manicured nail. “I can take care of you if you want to leave satisfied.”
I move awa
y from her, not even looking at her as I say, “More than satisfied, thanks.”
She pouts, and I look past her, tipping my chin at my boys as I turn to leave. “Catch you later.”
The cocktail waitress from earlier stops me as I’m almost to the door. “Anything else I can get for you tonight?” she purrs, her voice heavy with meaning.
I shake my head, pushing past her. “I’m good.”
More than good. I’m fucking great. Perfect, really. And for the first time I can remember—probably forever—I can’t get my mind off the woman I just fucked.
What the hell does that even mean? I don’t even know.
I step outside and walk to my limo, still parked right out front. Yet another perk of being a prince; no waiting around when I’m ready to go. Sinking into the leather seats, I tell my driver to take me home.
He looks a little surprised that I’m alone. But what the fuck am I going to do? Grab some slut and fuck her in the limo while I still have the smell of Sapphire all over me? Hell no. Even though I might've before. But after Sapphire? I can’t even.
Shit, she was so fucking wet, cumming all over me, that I’m sure my cock is coated in her scent. My cock twitches with the thought.
I shove my hand in my pocket and finger the lacy thong she gave me, a cocky grin spreading across my lips. The fact I got her number has me reeling.
What, you think I have a phone full of hot chicks at the ready? I could if I wanted to. But I don’t. It’s not fucking necessary. I don’t fuck the same pussy twice, and if I want to get some, all I have to do is step out my door. They’re always there begging, everywhere I go.
