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From the corner of my eye, I peer at Emilio when his phone rings. He answers the call, putting his hand over his free ear to block the club noise, and talks to whoever is on the other line.

Julian yanks on my ponytail and shifts me so I’m facing him with my back to Emilio. The ponytail violence was unnecessary, but he did it to prove a point.

That tonight, at this table, all my attention belongs to him.

My eyes feel almost watery as they stare into his, transfixed.

He teasingly runs two fingers along my thong string, and my body is ready to burst when he finally slips two fingers inside me.

Even though I’m wetter than that ice cube, his fingers are so thick that it’s a tight fit. He crosses my leg over his in such a skillful way that you’d think my legs were made of Jell-O.

I whimper his name and dig my fingers into his arm as he starts fingering me.

The air is suddenly hotter than it was on the dance floor. My mind is so focused on my pleasure that I can’t think of anything else.

Ask me what two plus two is, and I’m saying,Hot dog.

Julian groans, slightly breaking me from my trance, and I hear Emilio still on the phone. No longer caring if he’s watching, I ride Julian’s hand.

It’s not a shy ride either.

I ride him like it’ll give me the power to live forever.

Ten minutes ago, I was shy at the thought of giving Julian a lap dance in front of Emilio. Now, I’m letting Julian finger fuck me in front of him.

Julian makes me lose all my inhibitions.

He rolls his thumb over my clit, and—holy freaking shit.

If someone took a picture of me, it’d ruin my family’s reputation.

But right now, I couldn’t care less about reputations, or about what’s smart, or about how I’m putting my heart on the line. While this might mean just sex for Julian, my heart will for sure feel like it’s more.

Julian shoves his face into my hair and whispers, “You like it when my fingers are in your pussy, don’t you?”

I moan, not saying a word, and ride the high.

I’m so freaking close to an orgasm.

“Say it.” He drags me closer.

My thigh brushes against his, and my breathing hitches at the feel of his hard cock beneath his pants.

I peek over my shoulder, seeing Emilio now texting on his phone.

Julian curls his free hand around my jaw, forcing me to look back at him.

“He can see us,” I murmur, Julian stopping me from seeing if Emilio is watching.

“You don’t want to give him a show?” He releases my jaw. “I thought you loved attention, Genesis.”

His tone is daring, like he’s waiting for me to chicken out.

This man’s favorite hobby is murder and proving he holds all the power, all the time. It’s so easy for men to think that, and it proves how dumb they are.

He’s the one about to makemeorgasm.

I haven’t even touched his cock or kissed him.