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Elliott withdraws again, and I can’t stop the whimper that leaves my lips. He tugs on my hips, encouraging me to step back, and then presses a hand in the middle of my back, urging me to bend at the waist.

I hear a zipper and foil being ripped.

He flips my dress up over my backside.

Then his cock is nudging my entrance, looking for admission, sending electricity through me right before he slams into me.

I gasp and moan in pleasure spiraling into a state of pure bliss.

He grips my hips tightly, pulling me in to meet each hard thrust as he pumps in and out. Every stroke is deeper than the last, forcing my orgasm closer and closer until I’m wavering on the brim, ready to topple over.

His movements become faster, more urgent. He reaches down and finds my clit again, circling it with the pad of his finger until I’m trembling.

In one swift move, he slams into me one last time, pushing us both over the edge in a mutual explosion of pleasure.

Our bodies quiver together for what feels like an eternity before we finally collapse in a heap on the floor, our breaths coming in ragged pants.

As we lay there in each other’s arms, I can’t help but feel this was one of the most electrifying experiences of my life.

Elliott props himself up on one arm and looks at me with a satisfied expression. He brushes my hair away from my face, and I feel myself melting into his touch. He moves in, brushing his lips against mine. This kiss is slow and gentle but still leaves me breathless.

When he finally pulls away, he smiles. “Are you okay?”

I jerk my head because I can’t form words as I take in his handsome features — those eyes that seem to peer right into my soul, that strong jawline that makes me want to run my fingers along it, and the softness of his lips that make me want to stay right here, on the floor, half dressed, kissing him forever.

I let out a long sigh of contentment as he pulls me closer. We’re not in the most comfortable spot or position, entwined on the floor under the glass viewing window. All the tension building inside me throughout the evening has now washed away, leaving me limp like a wet noodle.

Elliott finally breaks the silence. “That was...incredible,” he whispers into my ear, sending tingles down my spine.

I came to New York for an adventure. I never, in my wildest dreams would have envisioned what happened here tonight.

“We should get cleaned up before we head back to the plane.”

Oh, Lord. I forgot about the plane.

He stands and holds out a hand to help me. Over in the far corner of the room is a credenza I hadn’t noticed before with a basket of hand towels. There’s also a box of tissues and what looks like sanitizer.

“There’s a bathroom just behind that door.”

I thank him, locate my purse I’d dropped earlier, and excuse myself. Behind the locked door, I use the toilet and splash cold water on my face before touching up my make-up. There’s a rosy glow to my skin. My eyes are large and sparkling. I gaze at my reflection, wondering how I went from a small-town girl dumped by her boyfriend for her best friend to have a fling with a billionaire who’s chartered a plane to fly her to a sex club and having sex in that sex club.

I’m not sure, but I can’t help but like this version I see in the mirror.

I giggle and slap a hand over my mouth.

Margo will never believe me.

Chapter6

Elliott

“Hey man, how’s it going?”

One of my best friends, Coby Weston, called before I texted Kaitlyn to see how she was doing today. Our flight back was non-eventful as she’d fallen asleep as soon as we took off, her head resting against my shoulder, her hands clasped in her lap. She wore the sweetest expression on her face. I hardly took my eyes off her the entire flight. She didn’t wake when I lifted her in my arms, tucked her against my chest like precious cargo, and exited the plane. She only stirred when I buckled her into the car.

When we reached the hotel, I guided her back to her room, kissed her goodnight, and waited until I heard the deadbolt lock into place before I took the elevator to my penthouse suite.

I kicked myself for not simply bringing her to my room. I could have spent the night with her in my arms. But I didn’t want to push. I didn’t want to do anything that would drive her away any sooner than necessary. She’s only in the city for a few more days. I can’t afford to screw this up.

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