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He finally pulls back, easing his thick cock out of my spent pussy, and his hot cum immediately drips out of me. I sense as he walks away, and I adjust myself on the table, and by the time I push off and get back to my feet, he’s right there, pushing me back against the table, catching my weight.
“Take it easy, Birdy,” he says, his tone low as I notice he somehow managed to find his pants in the darkness. “Your legs will be shaky after that. Take a minute.”
I swallow hard when he presses a warm cloth to my inner thigh, slowly trailing it up to my core, and every touch is just as sensual as the ones before. He cleans me up, and when he’s done, he curls his hand around the back of my neck and into my hair. He tugs, pulling my head back until my chin is lifted, and I sense his gaze on mine.
His breath brushes across my lips, barely an inch away, but he doesn’t dare close the gap. Somehow, despite everything we’ve done tonight, I feel that would be too personal. “I hope you visit me again, Little Birdy,” he rumbles before dropping his lips to my cheek. He pulls back just an inch, releasing his hold in my hair. “I’ll give you some privacy to dress. There’s ice water by the door, but there’s no rush to leave. The room is yours for as long as you need.”
“Okay,” I breathe, still trying to ease my racing heart.
“I’ll turn the lights on as I leave so you can see what you’re doing.”
And with that, he walks away.
I sense every step he takes across the room until the distinct sound of the door opening catches my attention. A small shaft of light gleams against the dark floor, but it’s gone a second later as the man’s tall, broad shadow passes through the door and it snaps shut behind him. The overhead lights flicker on, slowly filling the pitch-black room with a dim light that’s just enough to see my clothes where I left them.
Testing my weight on my shaky legs, I trudge across the room and dress, desperate to stay here and dwell on everything that just went down, but I’m also desperate to get back out there and tell Becs all about it. I find my boots by the table I was just fucked on, and after pulling them back into place and having a small glass of water, I finally curl my fingers around the door handle.
A strange nervousness settles into my chest, and as I pull the door open and step out into the VIP lounge, my gaze immediately locks with Becs’ as she sits at the bar. As if knowing exactly what just happened, a slow, proud grin tears across her face, and I grin right back, more than ready to tell her every last detail.
4
ASPEN
The early morning sun creeps through my bedroom window, and despite the time and the delicious ache between my thighs, a smile spreads across my face.
That was hands down the best night of my life.
Becs and I didn’t get home until three in the morning, and while I didn’t indulge in any more of the incredible men on offer, I still had an amazing night. There’s a new air about me. I suddenly don’t feel like a child flailing about in the real world. I feel like a woman, and what’s better, I don’t have one of those shitty stories where I was drunk and ended up losing my virginity at sixteen in the back of some guy’s car while he was too drunk to figure out what goes where. No, I was fucked by a real man who knew exactly what he was doing, and I’m so damn pleased I waited.
I wonder if Izaac fucks like that. I bet he does.
I’ve always viewed Izaac as a real man, ever since I was a kid. He’s always been larger than life, and the few times I’ve accidentally caught a woman sneaking out of the guest room after one of my brother’s ridiculous parties, they’ve always looked more than satisfied.
Shit. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that, but ever since last night, when his stupidly gorgeous face popped into my head, I’ve found myself imposing it onto the body of the man from Vixen. How fucking stupid is that?
God. All I’ve done is make this ridiculous crush even worse.
Why does it have to be Izaac? He’s the one man I’m not allowed to want, the one man Ishouldn’twant.
To me, Izaac Banks is everything.
He was adopted by a wealthy couple at a young age, and the second he was enrolled in the same school as my brother, they were tied at the hip. He’s kind, sexy, attentive, and is one of the few men I’ve met who actually give a shit about the important things in life. He knows how to dominate when it comes to business, and that’s clear with the three successful nightclubs he owns.
He’s always pushing himself to be better, always showing up for his family and friends. The only thing he’s missing . . . is someone to love him unconditionally—someone who’ll never be me.
I groan, my good mood suddenly plummeting.
I’ll never get to stand at his side, never get to feel his touch on my body, his lips on mine. The night I shared with that perfect stranger is a night I will never get to have with Izaac, no matter how many times I pretend it was his face on the stranger’s ripped body.
With the realization that the night I just shared in that dark room is a night I will never get to experience again, I let out a heavy sigh. Hell, the only way I’ll ever experience something so intense is if I were to go back, but then, who am I supposed to ask for? Despite his invitation to return, I know nothing about him.
A heaviness presses down on my chest, and I yank my blanket up over my head, more than ready to wallow in a pit of self-inflicted misery when my phone screeches to life on my bedside table. I groan, letting out a heavy breath as I throw the blanket back and scramble for my phone before I miss the call.
It’s probably Becs checking in and making sure I don’t regret anything that went down last night, and I don’t. My only regrets are that I won’t get to do it again and that the memory of the man who I happily gave my virginity to is nothing but a faceless figure locked away in my imagination. If I saw him on the street, I’d never know it was him.
Scooping up my phone, my brows furrow, finding my brother’s name flashing across the screen. That’s odd. He never calls me this early.
“Whatdoyawant?” I rumble through a yawn as I scooch back in my bed and flop against my pillow.
