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I sneak a glance at Dash and find his fists clenched with one resting under his jaw as he stares out the window. I squirm in my seat when the blinking lights hit the obscene bulge running down the inside of his pants that he isn’t even trying to hide.
How did I even fit him in my mouth?
The sound of a low growl yanks my attention back to his face and my heart races faster, having been caught ogling his cock. If we were alone, I would’ve been sitting on his lap and riding his cock right this second. His locked expression saying the same.
The driver must sense our urgency and Dash’s growing intensity because he drives faster down the street and my stomach flips when we finally arrive.
“Wait for me,” says Dash as the car stops.
I watch his tall frame step out and round the hood to my side, carefully helping me out so I don’t mistakenly reveal my half nakedness. Though, my face must betray my sinful thoughts.
Few seconds later, Dash and I step into the elevator.
It stops at our floor.
His control unleashes and the suit jacket is tugged down my arms.
“Go to the balcony and be naked,” he commands as soon as we step over the threshold of our suite. “I want to fuck you under the stars.”
His hulking figure stalks forward while he loosens his tie. The effortlessly sexy move slows down my steps.
Everything about him screams sex god.
So unfair.
“Don’t make me wait, kitten.” He throws his tie before flicking the top button of his shirt open. “You’ve already made us wait long enough. It took every restraint I physically possessed to not wake you with my cock inside your pussy every morning or fuck you at night until you passed out while you wore those tiny shorts meant to drive me crazy.”
His roguish gaze rakes down my hand clutching my torn dress like it offends him. Shoulders bunched so tight and broad, he looks ready to attack. Another two buttons undone and his chest teases me, with a light smattering of hair that makes him look masculine and sinful.
“Balcony. Now,” he growls.
I run.
His footsteps follow, unhurried and confident. Like a hunter knowing his lamb is caught and captured. One glance in the mirror in the bedroom reflects my glowing face, aroused gaze, and flushed skin. I let my beautiful gown fall around my feet until I’m standing in only my high heels.
Stepping over the crumpled dress, I walk naked to the open and dark balcony. In the distance, the Eiffel Tower glows like a jewel while the wind is just chilly enough to harden my nipples. A thrill courses down my spine as I step farther, eager for Dash’s arrival, when a hint of a moan teases my ears. I halt and search to my right, finding no one on our neighbor’s balcony and thinking my mind is hallucinating after being at the club.
But the voices come again, a little louder and unmistakable, making me freeze. To my left, I make out the silhouette of a couple making out, and my heart thuds.
Looks like somebody beat us to our idea.
I don’t pause to watch despite the sick rush because all I’m craving is Dash.
Without another look, I hurry inside before I’m caught staring but pull up short when the object of my desire sucks all the oxygen out of the room as he steps into the bedroom. I forget the world around me as my gaze flies to his bare upper body, consuming every tight muscle of his chiseled eight-pack abs with my unblinking eyes.
Each ab looks carved out from stone.
I think I just died and went to heaven.
The cut dips and the planes of his chest are a mouthwatering sight as my eyes follow the happy little trail disappearing into his unbuttoned pants, which is hanging indecently low. I finally understand why women drool over that infamous V because Dash’s is lick-worthy.
I can’t believe he’s mine… My mind lays its claim.
Our eyes lock at the same time.
He crosses the distance and my brain finally functions. I blurt out softly, “Dash, we sho—”
“What did I tell you, kitten?” he cuts me off, his expression hard.
