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I’m losing focus. This is meant to be all about him, but I’m so turned on, I might be able to come like this. His dick in my mouth. I moan at the thought, and Byron curses and steps away.

“Fuck, Rosey. You might just be about to kill me.”

I glance up at him, confused. He bends, presses a kiss to my forehead and pulls us both back onto the mattress. We lie side by side on our backs.

“I need a couple of minutes,” he says. “I want us to come together.”

I prop myself up on my elbow, watching him, wondering if I just heard him right. I want that too, but I also want him to come in my mouth. I want everything from him.

I take his hand and guide his fingers between my thighs.

“Fuuuck,” he groans. “You’re not making this easy for me, are you?”

I shake my head. “I thought I was going to come when I was sucking you.”

He groans again, flips me to my back, and rolls over me. “I want to feel this.” He pushes his cock through my folds. I’m so ready, there’s no resistance.

He pauses, the tendons in his neck tight, his jaw set. “You’re fucking everything.”

I set my palm on his chest. He exhales and our gazes lock. We hold each other’s stare like we don’t want to move in case something spoils this connection. We’ve tried to fight it. We’ve tried to resist. But whatever there is between us keeps pulling us back.

Eventually, he grabs a condom, rolls it on, and plows into me, pushing me up the bed with the force of it.

My orgasm is awoken immediately. The way he stretches me, fills me up. The way he looks at me. It’s all overwhelming. I feel the best kind of weak with him. I have a deep urge to give myself to him. To give him everything. Not because I’m forced to, not because it’s the right thing to do, but because it’s what I want.

“Byron,” I whisper, his lips on my neck as he drives into me. I lift my legs, skirting either side of his torso. He fits deeper like this.

I’ve never felt so free. So entirely myself. I’ve spent my life doing everything everyone expects of me, but here in Star Falls, Byron on top of me, for the first time in twenty-eight years it’s about nobody but me. And Byron.

I’ve been engaged before. I’ve stood in front of a mirror on the morning of my wedding, and I’ve never felt more committed to a man than I do right now with Byron.

“Rosey.” My name on his lips is what breaks my final thread of control.

My orgasm curls around every muscle and sinew, rearranging my brain chemistry, changing my DNA. Byron’s rewritten my history and is changing my future, and he doesn’t even know it.

We lie there, our bodies pressed against each other, for what seems like hours. His heat, the weight of him, the way he intermittently says my name, like he can’t believe I’m real—if I stay like this until the end of time, it won’t be long enough.

I trace patterns on his back, memorizing every line, dip, and curve on him. He’s beautiful. And for the moment, he’s mine. I can’t let myself think about the future. Not even next week, when staff housing will be ready. I don’t ever want to think about a time when I won’t be able to feel him like this. When he won’t be mine to touch. To taste. To enjoy.

“Rosey,” he says again.

I push my fingers into his hair and sigh.

“I think I’m addicted to you.”

I know exactly what he means. Life changed forever when Byron walked into my world, and I can’t imagine him walking out. I block out the fact that his three best friends arrived today from New York. He clearly has a life there—a life he’ll go back to when the Club is up and running, and I’m still here.

TWENTY-FOUR

Rosey

The staff break room is noticeably fuller at lunchtimes now. I guess once the Club is open, fewer people will be having their lunch at the same time, but while we’re all training, we’re all coming and going at similar times.

There are long dining tables set out like a canteen at one end of the room, with more comfortable seating at the other end, gathered around low tables. Windows stretch along one side of the room, but they’re set in close to the ceiling, so you see out to the treetops and the sky. The room still has a faint smell of fresh paint along with the food everyone’s eating. There’s the odd person reading and a few more scrolling phones, but most people are just chatting.

I take a seat at the long tables with the salad I just grabbed from the kitchen. Eden and Akira are taking calls outside and said they would meet me down here. I’ve gotten familiar with a lot of faces this last week, but I haven’t eaten lunch with anyone apart from the other waitresses I started with.

“Hey, Rosey! Wanna sit with us?” Patricia, one of the waitresses who’s been here from the beginning, calls from the long table closest to the wall. She seems to know everyone here, including all the managers.