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I lean against the cold glass, using that as support as he lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder. His tongue grows more insistent on my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. My hips seem to have a mind of their own.

The clock tower chimes a second time.

I want to see him. I need to. I lift the satiny layers of my dress until I see the top of his head, and him kneeling underneath me. His mask is still in place. His eyes flick up at me.

The clock tower chimes a third time.

Holding my dress up with one hand, I reach down with the other and grab his hair. He slaps my ass again, then digs his fingers into it's ample flesh.

“Oh, I’m close,” I say, my voice more of a whimper.

The clock tower chimes a fourth time.

He slowly slips a finger into my wet pussy as his tongue continues to work its magic over my clit. My body begins to shake violently. I let go of the dress and steady myself by holding onto him.

The clock tower chimes a fifth time.

My breath catches in my throat and then I let go.

”Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming,” I say as the feeling shoots through me. I can’t stand any longer so I drop to the floor, and into his arms, out of breath, but wanting more.

The clock tower chimes a sixth time, and I suddenly realize the clock is ringing in midnight.

"I have to go,” I say.

“What?”

“It’s midnight, I have to go.”

I stand, needing to steady myself on my high-heeled shoes before I run to the door.

CHAPTER 6

Ryan

“Ihave to go.”

Her words stun me. Before I could react she was across the room and out the door. I run after her, surprised at how quick she is even in heels and a full gown.

I think I can catch up to her at the stairs to the ballroom, but nothing is slowing her down. As she reaches the bottom of the long staircase, one of her shoes slips off. She takes a few steps without it before turning around and reaching for it.

With her shoe in one hand, she reaches down and takes the other one off. Now barefoot, she hikes up her dress and weaves her way through the crowd towards the exit.

I lose sight of her, but there’s only one exit. Using a shortcut, I end up outside, hoping to catch her as she leaves. But she’s already on the sidewalk ahead of me.

"Wait!" I call out to her. "At least tell me your name."

She glances in my direction, sadness filling her face. She shakes her head. "I can't," she says. I’m sorry.

She pulls her dress around herself and disappears into the back of a black limousine. Futilely, I run after the car.

As it drives away I make note of the license plate, “CAR 042”. The license plate holder says Schwartz Luxury Autos. I plan to call them in the morning and find out who she is. There is no way I’m going to let her vanish from my life. She is the spark I’ve been looking for. Without her, my life stays dim.

I awaken the next morning with a renewed sense of purpose. After checking the guest list, and making some calls to see if anyone recognized her I came up empty. My only hope is the car. I do not doubt that between the license plate and the name of the company, I’ll be able to track her down. She had to pay for the car somehow.

Too impatient to wait for them to open, I get into my car and drive to Schwartz Luxury Autos.

Flashes of the night before play through my head. Seeing her enter the ballroom. The way her eyes light up when she smiles. The way she fit me perfectly when we danced. The softness of her skin. Her wit. Her laughter. The feeling of her bare skin.

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