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“God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Such a good girl, Chils.” His words tingle where his tongue was just minutes ago and I grind my hips, clenching.
I brace my hands on his impressive quads and watch as he comes undone while he fucks my mouth.
I’m on my knees, my eyes filled with tears, gagging and struggling to take all of him, yet seeing what my mouth does to him makes me feel powerful.
Someone might have come in again, but I’m so enthralled with his taste, his smell, the feel of him, the look of him, that I tune out the rest of the world.
All my senses are sharply focused on this man. On the way I make him feel and the thrill I draw from it. Never have I given a blowjob and gotten this close to coming myself.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “Swallow every single drop, Chils.”
Clicks of heels and scandalized curses play in the background as Dominic opens his mouth, swearing mutely, and ropes of his cum trickle down my throat, almost choking me.
He pulls me up so fast by my hair I yelp, but he swallows the sound with his mouth, his lips and tongue urgent. His kisses are never tender, but this time the fervor feels like gratitude, and I take it all with an enthusiasm that is scary and foreign to me.
Dominic helps me get dressed, not even bothering with cleaning up. He unlocks and pushes me out, and I stumble as I see two women fixing their makeup in the mirror. Shit, I didn’t realize someone was still here.
What was I thinking?
I wasn’t.
For a few ecstatic moments, Dominic erased my constant worry. Just like last night.
I amble to the sink and wash my hands. They watch me.Okay, bitches, don’t be jealous.
Dominic strolls out of the cubicle and they gasp, staring at him. He washes his hands next to me and kisses my temple.
“Ladies.” He bows his head and leaves, whistling. The bastard. Two pairs of eyes peer at me as heat spreads through my cheeks.
I look down, meticulously rinsing away the soap while my arousal still stains my inner thighs. When I lift my eyes, I focus on the smile softening my face.
And like lightning, trepidation hits me. Not because my very public sex with Dominic filled me with thrill. But it’s filled me with expectations, and I wonder just how casual this liaison can remain.
Chapter16
Dominic
The club is dim, loud and humid, filled with people’s sweat and the stench of alcohol. Glowing lights illuminate the dance floor.
Bass bounces around the walls and the floor, reverberating through my shoes. Roaming servers dressed in tiny dresses with flickering headbands hand drinks to people who no longer know how to behave. This is hell.
Have nightclubs always been like this? I’ve never shied away from a party, but I really don’t like it here.
I lean against the white bar. The side planes beneath the bar top keep switching colors, not adding much to the decor, but adding to my headache. Someone bumps into me and my soda sloshes over my wrist. Fuck me.
It’s an upscale club that boasts an invitation-only clientele, but it might as well be a pig stall. Either I have to start drinking again or this is my last night at a place like this.
Lesson number one, I hate clubs when sober. Lesson number two, New Year’s Eve would be better spent fucking my fake girlfriend.
The girlfriend who is swaying on the dance floor with her twin sister.
How did I ever think they were the same person? They’re identical on paper, but they are so not in real life. Right now they are both drunk, and I feel like a bodyguard.
The asshole in a booth to my side, dressed in a three-piece suit, is watching London’s ass. My jaw ticks.
I want to admire her rocking hips, but instead I’m darting my eyes around like a hawk, scowling at all these drunken assholes who dare to look at my woman. Well, my pretend girlfriend. But still.
Over the past couple of weeks, London’s rules have become loose guidelines. As fake as our relationship status.
