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Garret stared at me for several moments as if he was trying to figure me out, as if something was hiding beneath the surface. He wasn’t wrong. I had to give him brownie points for being able to read my energy.

“Do you want to go talk somewhere private?” he asked with a devilish gleam in his eyes.

“I would love that,” I said, trying not to sound too overly enthusiastic even though my heart pounded with excited anticipation.

Garret seemed pleased with my answer. His cheeks flushed slightly under his tiniest morsel of a five o’clock shadow.

“Good.”

We stood there, parallel to each other while club members drifted past us. The moment felt surreal.

It was as if Garret and I were frozen in time and the earth and everything on it continued to move and spin around us. At that moment, I only saw him, and he only saw me. It was raw, passionate, and erotic. My heart pounded. Garret was the first to break the trance between us.

“Follow me then.” His lips began to stretch into a handsome grin that lit my world on fire in the best way possible.

“My pleasure,” I purred in a sultry voice, mirroring his grin.

Garret cupped my hand in his and squeezed it tenderly. Our fingers interlocked, and elation and warmth surged through me. He led me to a different room, this time downstairs, and this time with a giant circular bed with mirrors covering the walls and ceilings.

“Wow,” I said, gawking as Garret shut the door behind me.

“What do you think?’ he asked. “It’s one of my favorite rooms.”

I laughed. “I’ll… get back to you on that one.”

Garret didn’t appear to be the slightest bit fazed. “You’ll enjoy yourself, trust me. Just relax and let yourself go.”

“All right,” I nodded, staring intently at him as he began to undress me from head to toe.

Once I was fully exposed, feeling vulnerable, albeit extremely hard with arousal, Garret smiled naughtily.

“Now, undress me.”

“Oh—I’ll—all right…” I nodded, slightly taken off guard. I was still getting used to this submissive role and trying to be on board with it as much as I possibly could.

My hands were shaking as I fumbled with the loops of his belt. I finally maneuvered his pants down around his ankles and took a deep breath. Step one, done.

“Now my shirt,” Garret instructed.

“The shirt,” I acknowledged with a swift nod. “Right.”

“Remember,” Garret whispered gently with a patient smile on his face. “Don’t take yourself so seriously. Allow yourself to have fun. It’s supposed to be fun and pleasurable for both of us.”

I looked in his eyes and nodded. “I know,” I stated quietly.

“Now, you know what to do,” Garret said.

“I…” I trailed off.

I felt heat staining my cheeks. I had no idea what he wanted me to do, but I wanted him to be pleased with me.

Garret was naked. I stared at him, and he stared back. The intensity of our locked gaze made my heart feel like it was going to explode. It pattered inside my chest with furious excitement and magnified arousal.

“Now,” Garret said with a charming half-smile curling at the edges of his sexy lips, “go get me a condom and roll it on my cock.”

“Where do I find one?” I asked.

“In the drawer beside the bed,” he said and pointed to a black nightstand.

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