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Our eyes connect, and she cups my face in her hands. Emotions swirl in her eyes, telling me things that should frighten me. But I don’t look away. What is she doing to me?

I can’t fall in love. I don’t know how. But every second I’m deep inside her, I want to remain here for the rest of my life.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, letting my body build closer to the orgasm it so desperately needs.

I’ve needed to come since the moment I saw her in her gown tonight. Since she placed her tiny hand in mine.

I’m nowhere near done with her tonight, but I need this orgasm like I need the air in my lungs.

“I’m going to come,” I tell her, running my tongue over her jawline. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to come.”

I slip my hand between her thigh, seeking the bundle of nerves above her pussy.

“I’m coming,” she breathes out.

I want to tell her how much she means to me, but instead, I show her by coming so hard I nearly lose my vision. Everything around me spins out of control, and my mind’s fuzzy as I explode deep inside her.

Fuck.

We lie in a slump, our heavy breaths mixing together.

“That was…” Her words fall away.

“Epic,” I finish for her.

“Yeah. Epic. I’ve never had anything like that.”

I prop up on my elbows. “We’re nowhere near done for tonight,” I tell her and drop a kiss to forehead. “Let’s get dressed and find some food.”

“Like fuel?” She laughs.

“Yes, like fuel. There’s so many rooms left to explore tonight. The next room I plan to take you to, I think you’ll enjoy.”

“I love surprises,” she says.

After we dress, we put our masks on and head to the main area of the club.

I place my hand at the small of her back, letting everyone know she belongs to me, and guide her to a table. Servers in tuxedos butler-pass hor d'oeuvres and other culinary creations.

Chloe grabs a Tuscan cantaloupe infused Sea Salad with a quenelle of California Royal White Sturgeon Caviar.

“This all looks so fancy,” she whispers as she takes a bite. She closes her eyes as a soft moan escapes from her lips. “Wow, this is so good. You have to try it.”

I let her put a little on her fork and bring it to my lips. I take the bite, and the flavors pop and come together in perfect harmony. “Delicious.”

She takes another bite. “When you first opened this club, did you party a lot?”

“Yes. I did.” I don’t want to lie to her. “I felt like I had everything I needed. Money, power, sex. I felt like my life was everything I could have ever asked for.”

“But it wasn’t?”

I shake my head. “It always felt hollow. Empty. Like something was missing.”

“What was missing?”

You. I can’t tell her that, though, because if I let her know that after all these years, she’s filled this vast emptiness inside me, I’d probably scare her away.

“Meaning,” I answer.