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Ethan closes the glass door behind us, but the speakers still pipe in the music.

His eyes glow with dark intentions as he takes a seat on the sofa, his legs sprawled.

Ethan’s eyes scan my body from top to bottom, his lips parting.

A throbbing pulse batters against his temple.

My body heats under his perusal.

The ice monster is once again burning hot.

“Come.” A raspy command.

Wetting my lips, I walk to him and he tugs me on his lap so my backside is plastered against his front.

He runs his fingers lightly up and down my arms. My body heats, the earlier unease from the strange conversation with Elias dissipating.

Ethan chuckles, clearly knowing what his caresses do to me.

He presses an open-mouthed kiss on my neck and I whimper.

Suddenly, my silk dress seems too abrasive.

My body shifts, primed to move, to feed the fire slowly burning me alive.

Three scantily clad women wearing jewel-studded lingerie stride onto the stage as the music kicks up a notch.

Their bodies twine against the poles, seductive, hypnotizing.

A couple—a brunette dressed in a gauzy black dress and a bare-chested blond man appear on the center stage and the man takes a seat.

Then, the brunette slowly brushes her fingers across the man’s chest before she sinuously slips out of her dress, revealing her perfectly proportioned body, the private areas covered with glittery pasties with tassels .

My breathing quickens as blood pools in my core.

I didn’t know I had a latent exhibitionist or voyeuristic streak inside me, and I wonder if Ethan knew this about me—if this was part of the us I’ve forgotten.

I shift my legs on his lap, needing more friction as need builds up inside me.

While the glass is frosted on the sides of our pod, lending to privacy, the main windowpane is clear.

Anyone can see us if they’re staring from the right angle.

A warm breath coasts up my neck.

“Are the Rose floors living up to your expectations, Nova?”

Ethan suckles my pulse point right under my jaw, then laves the spot with his tongue.

I moan, closing my eyes, letting my head drop back against his hard chest.

“So fucking hot,” he growls.

“Y-Yes, those girls are beautiful.” I let out a shaky exhale as his hands travel up my legs, sliding over my dress, grazing the sides of my breasts before landing on my shoulders.

“I couldn’t care less about them. I have the most beautiful girl on my lap.” Slowly he tugs off the straps, and the silk dress pools at my waist. He sucks in a rough inhale.

“No bra, my naughty girl,” he rasps, his hands closing over each swell, eliciting a whimper from me.

The girl on the stage begins a sexy lap dance on the guy, her hips moving over his groin in an expert rhythm, her fingers playing with the tassels over her nipples.

Ethan plucks my nipples, slowly gyrating his hips below me, his hard erection digging between my ass cheeks.

“We’re in public,” I moan, but I don’t stop him.

I fight to keep my eyes open, to watch the couple on the stage simulating sex.

The man has his pants chucked off and is wearing the thinnest underwear.

He’s giving it to the girl, thrusting at her from behind.

I can’t even tell if they’re acting or not .

Another whimper slips out of me, my clit throbbing.

I widen my legs, letting the outline of Ethan’s cock graze my wet pussy, and he groans.

He slides his fingers under my dress and plays with my black lace panties.

“Soaked. You’re dripping, Nova. This turns you on, doesn’t it? My innocent girl isn’t really innocent, is she?”

He bites my earlobe, and I let out a loud whimper.

“My hummingbird is secretly a slut for me, isn’t she?”

“Yes.” I move my hips faster, needing his fingers to slide under my underwear and play with my clit.

“Who do you belong to?” He clearly reads my mind and in one quick snap, my panties fall to the floor.

“Ethan, please.” I move my core over his still finger.

He withdraws and I whine.

“Whose pussy is this? Who can hear you moan and whimper? Who gets to taste your sweetness and feel you gushing around his cock?”

His words send me into a tailspin and with trembling legs, I turn around and straddle him, nearly coming at the glazed passion in his eyes, the way his muscles are clenching, like he’s one restraint away from letting go and tearing into me.

I want to drive Ethan over the edge.

I want to see the brooding, quiet man who holds a million secrets inside him come undone in front of my eyes.

An idea sparks in my mind.

As I hear the music crescendo, the couples’ passionate sounds streaming from the speakers, I scan the neighboring pods, noting how riveted on the performance attendees are.

My heart rioting, my skin hot to the touch, I climb off his lap.

Ethan’s eyes widen in curiosity, a ghost of a smile on his face.

Biting my lip, I roll my hips to the beat of the music—my dance background taking over—and grab my tits, rolling and pulling at my nipples.

“Ethan,” I moan, wetness seeping out of me, “I’ m so horny for you.”

“Shit,” he grunts and shifts in this seat.

“You’re a siren. Fuck.”

The sound of a zipper fills the air, and he takes out his throbbing dick, his eyes heavy-lidded as he tugs it to my movements.

A drop of pre-cum glistens, then slides down the turgid length, and my mouth waters.

Abandoning my dance moves, I kneel at his feet and curl my hands around his velvety length.

“You’re so big. So hard. I can’t wait to get you inside me.”

I dip my tongue out, tasting his addictive saltiness.

He fists his hands at his sides and hisses.

“Oh fuck , that’s so good. Take it in. Every inch. Swallow my cock like a good girl.”

Following his instructions, I slip his tip inside my mouth, laving my tongue over his slit.

He grunts and slaps his hands on the sofa as I try to take all his inches inside me, my throat protesting when he hits the back of my mouth.

Ethan’s panting breaths are loud in the air, and my mind is buzzing with lust and love.

Slowly, he fists my hair and the added pain makes me wetter between my legs.

After taking a deep breath to relax my gag reflex, I swallow him.

His cock lodges deep inside my throat.

“Fuck!” he roars.

My eyes water, his reaction fanning the flames inside me, and I bob harder and faster.

“You’re doing well. Shit. Taking it all. Deep throating me. You want my cum, Nova? Is this why you are sucking me into oblivion?” He bangs his free hand on the sofa again and bares his neck, the tendon flexing and rippling.

So hot and sexy. My breasts swell and wetness drips down my thighs.

Seeing him teetering on the edge gives me the highest of highs.

His hips buck harder, faster, and just as I think he’s going to unload himself, he yanks me off him, grips my waist like I weigh nothing, and hoists me over his lap .

Then, without warning, he spears his cock into my pussy in one rough stroke.

I scream, my head flipping back, my fingers digging into his knees behind me as he bounces me on top of him.

“Look at you, bouncing on my cock, your tight pussy welcoming me home,” he grunts, his fingers working his buttons until he yanks open his shirt, baring his hard chest, already glistening with sweat.

“Ethan, Ethan, Ethan,” I chant.

He slams into me repeatedly from below, each thrust filling me up almost to the point of pain, the burn only adding to the burgeoning pleasure.

“If anyone were to look over here, they’d see you riding me, your tits bouncing, your hungry little pussy swallowing my dick. They would see how badly you want to come. How cock hungry you are,” he rasps.

“Oh, shit.” His lewd words are direct caresses to my clit.

His cock hits a sensitive spot deep inside, and the beginnings of an earthquake gather inside me.

“You’re getting tighter, Nova. Are you trying not to come?” He pants into my ears.

“Too bad, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll have no choice but to squirt all over me.”

“Oh my God, yes…y-yes…” My mouth drops open, and I’m barely holding on, unable to move as pleasure blinds my vision.

“You look so sexy like this. On edge, your cunt strangling me.” He grips my waist and starts pounding me from below.

“Don’t fight it. You want to come because there’s a very naughty girl hiding inside you. Let it out, baby. Show the world what a slut you are for me.”

He slams into me at breakneck speed, and every muscle inside me tightens, the knot of pleasure a white-hot supernova, shrinking, shrinking, distilling into its most intense state.

“Come, Nova.” He pinches my clit, and I explode.

“Ethan,” I scream .

My body shudders as pleasure overtakes me.

Wetness streams out of me and my vision goes black, every nerve ending overloaded.

My ears ring as I grip his thighs, hanging on for dear life.

He ruts into me—once, twice, three times—before slamming his lips on mine, swallowing our sounds of release.

His cock pulses, and he growls my name, unloading his cum inside me, each spurt extending my orgasm.

I’m one with him—not knowing where I begin and where he ends.

Judging from the way his mouth feasts on mine, the way he bands me to him, the harsh thundering of his heartbeats pressing against my chest, I know he feels the same way.

“I love you, Lexy. So fucking much,” he whispers between fevered kisses.

“I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t wake up.”

As my body slowly comes down from the high, the music inside the club finally reaching my ears again, I brush the damp hair clinging to his forehead.

“I love you too, Ethan. I…I’m sorry I don’t remember our story. I’m so sorry.” I gaze into his stormy eyes, a spasm of pain centering on my chest.

The earlier lust and intensity are replaced with the soulfulness I associate with him.

I can spend a lifetime trying to swim in his thoughts and never reach the bottom of it all.

“As long as you’re safe and healthy,” he murmurs, his voice thick, “that’s all that matters to me. That’s all that matters.”