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I run my fingers through her slick folds, groaning at how wet she is already. “And always so ready for me, aren’t you, baby? Such a good girl.”

“Am I?” she pants, grinding back against my touch. “I wore this dress just so you would fuck me in it.”

I unzip my jeans and pull my dick out, giving it a few rough strokes. Then I notch the swollen head at her entrance, rubbing it up and down, coating myself in her arousal. We both moan at the delicious friction.

With one smooth thrust, I bury myself balls deep.

“Goddamn, baby,” I groan, my eyes nearly rolling back at how good she feels wrapped around me. Hot and slick and gripping me like a vice.

I start pumping my hips, setting a hard, driving rhythm that has the pool table creaking beneath us.

Melissa meets me thrust for thrust, her ass jiggling deliciously with every impact. I dig my fingers into her hips hard enough to leave marks.

Mine.

“That’s it, take my cock,” I praise, angling my thrusts to hit that spot deep inside her that makes her scream. “Gonna fill this sweet little cunt up. Mark you from the inside out.”

“Please, Bash!” Melissa chants, pushing back against me frantically. “Harder!”

I comply with a snarl, pistoning into her with brutal force. Our skin slaps together obscenely, the filthy sound echoing through the empty bar along with our escalating moans and grunts.

“Play with your clit,” I command, voice ragged. “Make yourself come on my cock like a good girl.”

Melissa obeys instantly, snaking a hand between her legs. I feel her fingers brush my shaft as I drill into her, and it makes my balls draw up tight.

“Bash! Oh god, I’m coming!” she wails moments later, her pussy clamping down on me rhythmically as her orgasm crashes through her.

The rippling pressure is my undoing.

“Fuck, Melissa, yes!”

Then I slam home one last time with a roar.

Chapter Ten

MELISSA

“Well, Bash, you’ve outdone yourself this year.” An older gentleman walks up and claps Bash on the shoulder. “The Diamond Dreams Gala is the talk of the town.”

Bash grins, his posture straightening with pride. “Well, Malcolm, fundraising becomes a breeze when you’re as charming and persuasive as I am.”

It’s Saturday night, the evening of the highly anticipated Diamond Dreams Gala, and the Barton Beach Country Club is alive with a palpable energy.

Bash turns to me, his expression softening. “But in all seriousness, none of this would be possible without the support of incredible people like Melissa here.”

He takes my hand and gently squeezes it. I feel a flush of warmth at his touch, and butterflies flutter in my stomach.

“You must be Melissa!” A woman in a shimmering gown glides over to join us, her smile radiant. “I’ve been dying to meet the woman who’s captured our Bash’s heart.”

I blush, ducking my head. “It’s wonderful to meet you too...” I trail off, realizing I don’t know her name.

“Melissa, this is Celeste Vaughn, one of our esteemed board members,” Bash interjects smoothly. “Celeste, meet Melissa Graham, the brilliant attorney I’ve been telling you about.”

As the three of them discuss their fundraising exploits, I can’t help but marvel at the passion and dedication they each possess. The country club is packed tonight, a glittering sea of benefactors and supporters, all here to make a difference in the lives of at-risk youth.

At the center of it all is Bash, looking devastatingly handsome in his tailored tux. His salt-and-pepper hair begs for my fingers to run through it, and his broad shoulders fill his jacket just right. But the fire in his eyes as he speaks about the foundation’s mission truly takes my breath away.

At that moment, I realize just how lucky I am to be by his side, to witness his incredible impact on the world.

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