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Who knew? Maybe fantasizing about this man for the rest of her life would be worth it, Skylar thought.
“I think you need me, Princess.”
She met his gaze. Held it. And finally, as if a cork had been released from a bottle, she felt her resentment and resistance escape her.
Shedidneed him. Needed what he offered with a desperation so strong, she was sick with it. His hard body pressed against hers. His mouth and tongue devouring her. His hands tracing her body softly at first, then harder, caressing . . . cupping . . . slapping . . . She needed to know what it was like to be completely lost in a man’s touch, to swallow him down, to surrender completely. To once, just once, feel the power of her own body, not just receiving, but taking what was her due. His cock. Her pleasure.
Her goddamn right.
If anyone could give her all that, he could.
She stared at him in a way she hoped was not just surrender but a challenge.
He must have seen it because his pupils suddenly dilated, the green of his eyes transforming to a black so deep and endless she fancied he could swallow her whole.
Abruptly, she walked along the back wall of the ballroom, pleased to see his shadow behind hers in the soft red and blue light. She imagined his hand reaching out for her, taking her arm in his, leading the way, laying claim to her. She bit her lip at the thought. But he didn’t touch her.
Instead, he merely whispered, “Go straight.”
Ahead of them was a wide marble stairway leading out of the ballroom. She knew what was on the next floor. Up those steps were beds. Clothes on the floor. Creaking mattresses. Gasps, groans, grunts. Screams of pleasure. Maybe of pain. Up those steps was what Rex had brought her here for. He wanted one last Hail Mary to see if she could come— if not at his hands, then at another man’s.
And she wanted the same thing.
She was halfway up the stairway when she stopped and turned, not to look at Jay, who was on the step behind her but to scan the ballroom. Ten more steps and she would reach the next floor, and everything would change. It wasn’t too late, though. She could find Rex. She could tell him they’d have to try something else. She could take him upstairs herself and fake coming: squeeze her thighs, exhale his name, dig her nails into his back, make some sort of throaty screaming sound.
But instead, she twisted her head just slightly and caught the gaze of the man with the green eyes that pierced through the gold mask. He was two steps behind her. She turned fully and leaned in, nearly touching his throat with her nose, and inhaled his gorgeous scent. She quivered when he made a low moaning sound of pleasure in the back of his throat, then let her lips part and her mouth open slightly so she could lick his skin.
Then, with his intoxicating taste still lingering on her tongue, she turned and stepped . . . upward.
* * *
Julian’s voicecame from behind her. “Third door on the right, princess.”
Skylar’s legs trembled as she turned into the room. She heard a quietsnickas Julian closed the door behind them. Would this be the beginning of everything or the beginning of the end?
I’m not aroused.
That was a lie. She was so aroused she could barely breathe.
She paused just inside the room. Crushed velvet in a deep green covered the walls. A massive canopy bed covered in a down duvet stood against one wall, a gold velvet chaise longue against the other. Past a slightly opened door on the far wall, she could make out a claw foot tub in the darken suite. Everything about this room was opulent and extravagant, almost unreal.
It was fitting, she figured. It certainly wasn’t every day someone’s fiancé brought them to a party so another man could fuck them. Might as well make it special.
“Stand in the center of the room.”
The commanding tone of his voice made her gaze snap to the bed. Was this how it was going to be from the start? She was the client, but he would command her? “Why?” she asked.
“Because I like to look at you. And I want to do it from all angles. There’s no hiding from me now, princess.”
She pressed her lips together, then moved to stand under a glittering crystal chandelier in the middle of the room. Instead of coming to her directly, she watched him move around, turning on lamps and draping his tuxedo jacket over the back of a chair at an antique carved wooden desk, his gaze never leaving hers. He wasn’t moving with any sense of urgency. It was as if he’d just returned home from a long day of work and not at all like he was a male escort whose work had just begun.
She wanted to say something.
She wanted to ask what he was waiting for. Why he wanted her to simply stand there.
Just touch me already.
But she wasn’t ready. Or maybe she was too ready. Too eager for his hands on her body. For his cock in her mouth. In her pussy. Anywhere she wanted. However, she wanted.
