Page 109 of He Sees You When You’re Sleeping

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chloe

It’s New Year’s Eve, and Jack and I are going to bring in the new year with a bang. Literally.

We’re back at Naughty & Nice where we met. Tonight’s theme is Midnight Masquerade. The club is decked out in glittering black and gold decorations, with mysterious masked figures mingling throughout the dimly lit rooms.

Jack squeezes my hand as we make our way through the entrance, handing over our coats and donning ornate Venetian masks. The pulsing music and heady scent of perfume and desire wash over us. Writhing bodies cover every surface—the dance floor, the plush velvet couches, even suspended from intricate rope harnesses hanging from the ceiling.

We weave our way deeper into the club, past couples and groups engaged in various stages of debauchery. In one corner, a woman in a feathered mask writhes in ecstasy as two men pleasure her. On a nearby chaise lounge, a group of masked figures form a tangle of limbs and flesh.

We pause at the bar, where a bartender in nothing but a bow tie and mask serves up champagne in gleaming flutes. Jack orders two, handing me a glass with a wicked grin.

“To new adventures. To new fantasies,” he seductively says, clinking his glass against mine.

“To experiencing each and every one,” I add.

As we sip our champagne, Jack’s hand slides down my back, coming to rest on the curve of my ass. His touch ignites a familiar heat in my core. I brush my lips against his ear.

“What’s your fantasy for tonight?” I ask.

Jack’s eyes darken behind his mask. “I want to watch you.” He leans in and kisses my neck. “From outside your window.”

My pulse quickens at his words. Tonight feels different—charged with possibility.

“What’s your fantasy for tonight?” he asks.

“To be watched.”

We make our way across the room, weaving between gyrating bodies.

“It’s almost midnight,” I say with a smile. “Shall we toast to the new year?”

“To watching,” both Jack and I cheer at the same time.

The party has reached a fevered pitch. Bodies writhe on every surface, a tangle of flesh and desire. The air is thick with the scent of sex and champagne.

Jack presses against my back, his hands roaming my body. As the crowd begins to chant the countdown, we lose ourselves in a blur of hands and mouths and skin.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!”

His fingers find their way under my dress, teasing along my inner thigh.

“Seven! Six! Five!”

Jack’s lips trace a path down my neck, nipping at my collarbone.

“Four! Three! Two!”

I’m overwhelmed by sensation.

“One! Happy New Year!”

As cheers erupt around us, Jack spins me to face him, claiming my mouth in a searing kiss.

As the crowd erupts in cheers and confetti rains down, Jack and I remain locked in our passionate embrace. His hands roam my body possessively, igniting sparks of desire everywhere he touches. The music swells to a deafening volume, matching the pulsing of my heart.

When we finally break apart, breathless, I see a glint of mischief in Jack’s eyes behind his mask. He leans in close, his lips brushing my ear as he speaks. “I’m obsessed.”

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