Page 9 of Lorcan's Obsession

"I'm not hiding anything." I looked everywhere else to avoid Dom's scrutinizing gaze.

"Then why did you go to the bathroom? Were you hoping he'd follow you there for a quickie?"

"No! I'm a lady. I had to freshen up."

"Alcohol evaporates, honey. How long did he clean you up for?"

"H-he was fast, normal."

"I doubt that. Can you still feel his hands grazing your thighs, curving more toward your inner thigh? Did his fingers say hello to your special place?"

"No, it's not that!" I glared at my friend.

"Are you sure? Because you look so radiant today. I'd swear you had a busy night doing—"

"Okay, okay. Stop. You win. I masturbated to the thought of him. His face, hands, and mouth gave me a giant orgasm. You happy?"

"I can tell you are!" he said gleefully.

What a dummy. Rolling my eyes, I drew closer, nursing my drink.

"So who is he? Do you know? Can you get any info on him, like if he’s an in-house guest? Where can I find him?"

"I'm right here."

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SHAMELESS DECLARATIONS

Holy shit.

I didn't need to turn around to know who had said that. I would have recognized that silky baritone voice in my dreams. Right now, however, this was looking like one of my most embarrassing nightmares.

How long had the mystery sex god been standing there? How much had he heard? What did he think of me now that he knew he’d been the subject of my dreams and fantasies?

Shame colored my burning cheeks. I’d just admitted my wet dream to a stranger. No, not just any stranger—the man I wanted to seduce tonight. Damn it, Dom! This was all his fault. Curse his tea-thirsting ass! I’d set out this evening for the express purpose of finding my sexy gentleman, and now I was too mortified to look him in the eyes.

While my mind scrambled for a comeback, said hot stuff stud made himself comfortable on a stool next to me. His outfit was even more eye-catching and form-fitting than last night. The sky blue of his Oxford shirt popped out beneath his open brown suit jacket. And that seductive scent only reminded me that I wasn’t any closer to solving that strange note fragrance in his cologne.

This man drew me to him like a magnet, and I couldn’t explain why. My breathing hitched. All of a sudden, I was shy and couldn't utter a word to justify or explain my shameless proclamations.

I bit my lip with need.

At that moment, Dom caught my eye. I straightened in my seat and sipped my bubbly drink to steel my nerves for the risqué questions.

"Tell me," the stranger began, "how good was I last night?"

Fuck. I tucked my head down, trying to control the chill running down my spine. Being naked would have felt less exposing than this. Honest, raunchy conversations were a privilege for my inner circle only, and this man wanted to start by talking about my innermost thoughts. How dare he?

"You are blushing," he whispered. "From what I heard you say, I think you are the kind of woman who owns her highs and lows and everything else in between. And I'd really love to exceed the erotic bar I set in your dreams last night."

He moved closer, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive arch of my neck. I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and ignored him. Or tried to, at least. How well I succeeded was debatable.

"So on a scale of one to ten,” the man continued, “are we talking ‘oh my god, yes!’ or was it closer to ‘fuck me harder! Yes, yes, yes!’?"

My jaw dropped in shock as I whipped around to shoot him a death glare. Victory tugged the ends of his mouth into a cheeky grin. He tapped the tips of his fingers against the whiskey glass and bit that pearly-pink bottom lip. Such an arrogant smug.

I looked him over, taking in his whole body for the first time. He had the kind of jaw that makes you want to beg to touch his face, to know what it feels like to brush your hand against such perfection hidden beneath the light stubble. His biceps and sculpted thighs made the suit stand out. This man's body looked like it could handle anything. No doubt, he could fuck me senseless.

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