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Jesus.

My skin tingles.

My vision blurs.

My breath hitches.

Dear God. My brain empties of thought.

I can only feel.

My mouth drops open, but no sound comes out.

“Come for me,” he murmurs.

I let go.

The force of my orgasm literally chokes me.

Heat burns in my core as I shatter in an exquisite, passionate climax that leaves me breathless. I swear my pussy spasms for a solid five minutes before the shaking in my thighs subsides.

And just like that, I go from good girl to exhibitionist without a shred of remorse.

As I struggle to snap out of the haze of arousal he’s put me in, I watch in amazement as he pulls his fingers from my pussy and brings them to his lips. With his eyes boring into mine, he cleans his digits dripping with my juices with his tongue.

“Holy... uh...” my words trail.

I blink.

I blink again.

Did he actually do that in the open like this?

“Um.” I’m at a loss for words.

“Your club name suits you to a T,” he says. “That was wildandyou’re a sweet little thing.”

Un-fucking-believable.

I really don’t have a reply for that.

This is more than I ever could’ve expected from tonight.

“You get a head start,” he says.

I frown my confusion.

“Get your fine ass up to our room,” he explains. “You already know what I expect of you.”

“I do,” I manage.

As I stride in the direction of a group of people rushing to the elevators, it doesn’t go unnoticed the number of couples making out in plain view. Considering how many women—and men—are on their knees with their mouths stuffed with cocks, Ignatius’s corruption is tame in comparison.

I do a double take.

A head of red hair eagerly bobs up and down a very long and meaty cock. The black dress is a dead giveaway.

Sydney found her match.