Page 46 of Make You Mine

Trent’s armswrap around me as we approach the bar, and I lean into his hold. “Mmm, our trip to Nori Beach can’t come soon enough,” he says into my neck, making my stomach flutter.

“Oh yeah, why's that?”

“So I can have your full attention. No guards, no looking over our shoulders. Just us…”

“I like the sound of that. And what are you going to do with me once we’re there?” I prod. I'm already so worked up I'm desperate for his resolve to snap.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.”

I turn slightly and return the smirk he’s sporting.

While waiting for the drinks Trent ordered, I look around the space, admiring everyone in their outfits. A familiar neon blue mask catches my eye across the way, where I spot who I'm assuming is Luca, along with two other masked men. One is orange neon, and the other is green. They’re huddled together around a petite redhead at the opposite corner of the bar. I wonder if Luca invited friends tonight, or maybe they’re members… Come to think of it, there’s still so much I don’t know about him.

Trent grabs my attention by placing my glass of wine in my hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Sloan walking by, and I quickly make my way to her. I mouth over my shoulder to Trent that I’ll be right back and weave through the crowd.

“Sloan!” I call out, hoping to grab her attention. She stops and spins around.

She eyes me for a moment, and I realize with my mask on, she can’t make out who I am. “It’s me, Maggie… Ashley,” I tell her. She knew I worked under the stage name while at Masqued, but I offer up both, just in case she forgot. It has been a few years.

“Ashley! Oh, my goodness, how’ve you been?” Smiling wide, she wraps her arms around me in a hug.

“Been good, as of recent. Such a great turnout tonight! How have you been?” I ask, eager to flip the conversation off me.

“It’s been busy, busy, but everything is great. It’s so amazing to see you. It’s been too long,” she says, her blue eyes sparkling with sincerity.

I hear someone call her name over the noisy crowd, and our attention is pulled to a security guard.

“I'm so sorry. I have to go see what he needs. Give me a call sometime. Let’s do lunch,” she says before giving me a swift kiss on the cheek and retreating.

For the first time in a while, I know I’ll be able to follow through with that promise of a lunch date. I will make sure of it.

When I return to Trent, his face lights up with his gorgeous smile that has me swooning.

“Are you ready to show me that room now?” he asks, downing his drink.

“I'm more than ready… Follow me, Mr. J,” I say as I take his hand in mine and head down the long hallway.

I reserved the same room we first met in tonight. Except this time, we won’t be interrupted.

We peer into the hazy windows along the hallway. Each offers a shielded glimpse at the people inside. I’ve always loved this part of the club; it’s enticing and sexy as hell.

“I can't wait to have you writhing on top of me,” Trent whispers. The heat from his breath against the sensitive nape of my neck has my temperature rising once again.

We walk inside our reserved room, and I change the privacy setting of the windows to semi-opaque. Allowing bystanders to see our forms but not in detail.

Trent chuckles when he sees what I’ve done. “Oh, it’s like that tonight?” he says, loosening the tie around his neck.

I sashay my way to him and reach up to finish untying it for him. “I have to say, this costume really does something to a girl.”

“Tell me, baby. What exactly does it do?” Pulling me closer with a hand on my waist, he leans in and kisses my neck.

Moaning softly, I help him slide his purple suit jacket off his wide shoulders. “I can’t stop thinking about what you looked like staring up from between my thighs that first night and how badly I want to see that again.”

He smirks and assists me in removing my cropped jacket, then reaches for my shorts. “I think that could be arranged.”

I shimmy my way out of the tight pleather material and reach for the waistband of the fishnet tights. His hands stop my movements, shaking his head. “These stay on,” he demands, then guides me to the tall-backed chair in the room. “Is my girl aching for me?”

I nod in response as I take a seat, biting my lip to stifle my groan. His wide shoulders settle between my legs, and I instinctively spread them wide.

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