Page 111 of The Blind Date

Cedric made good on his promise, and I came in a record two minutes and a half.

“How do I look?” I asked, cleaning up my smudged mascara after Cedric made me cry in need with his mouth between my legs.

“Like you’ve just had your pussy ravished,” Cedric grinned from behind me, our eyes meeting in the mirror.

His lips and chin glistened with my come, and I couldn’t resist twirling around on my heels to face him and clean him up. With my mouth.

It took all the willpower I possessed not to slide my hands down his chest and cup his growing erection. If Victor wouldn’t kill us for showing up late, I would have Cedric on his back right about now.

Well, I guess I would just have to save the ride for after the party.

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To celebratehis last birthday in his twenties, Victor wanted to throw a party at one of the most exclusive clubs in London–The Dungeon. It was the kind of club where you weren’t allowed in unless you were dressed up nice, and for the special occasion, I brought out my red bottoms.

Red dress. Red panties. Red bottoms.

Everything was matching tonight. Including the red tinge that coloured my cheeks when Cedric stared at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world, and he was the luckiest man alive.

“I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off you tonight, darling,” Cedric whistled lowly as we walked hand in hand down the street, having just exited the nearest tube station.

"That's the plan," I grinned widely, but it slowly slipped off my face when I laid eyes on the long line outside. Two big burly bouncers started the line at the entrance of the club, and it continued all the way down to where we were–nearly a ten-minute walk. “It looks like we’ll be spending the whole evening standing in line.”

“Not if I have anything to do with it.” A voice sounded from behind us.

A glance over my shoulder revealed that it was none other than the birthday boy himself and his fiancé.

"What are you doing sneaking up on us like that?" I turned my accusatory glare on them both, but it didn't last through a hug from Horatio.

“We couldn’t resist,” Horatio laughed. “It was Victor’s idea.”

“Why am I not surprised?” I asked dryly.

“What can I say? All my ideas are great,” Victor grinned, excited.

"Wait. What are you doing out here?" My eyebrows furrowed together as I turned my head to glance at the long line once again. It seemed to have grown even longer in the few minutes that I had looked away to greet Victor and Horatio.

“The same thing as you. We’re late.”

"But it's your birthday party.”

"Never heard of being fashionably late?" Victor’s grin grew wider when he glanced at Cedric beside me, still holding my hand–something which Victor and Horatio noticed straight away if their knowing grins were anything to go off of. “Cedric,” Victor grinned and extended his hand in greeting. "It’s nice to see you again. Saffron hasn't been able to shut up about you these past couple of weeks. First, it was about how much she hated you and couldn't bear to be in the same room as you, and now, it's about how much she adores–"

Horatio had to elbow Victor in the ribs after all the eye-signalling on my part. But by this point, the sound of Cedric’s deep, baritone laugh told me it was too late for that.

“Don’t worry,” Cedric grinned and squeezed my hand. “You didn’t give anything away. I already know that Saffron’s obsessed with me.”

“Very funny,” I replied dryly, ignoring the warm flush that spread over my cheeks. “Now, before you give away any more of my secrets–” I sent Victor a pointed look, “–we should get in line if we actually want to be able to make it into the club tonight.”

“There’s no line for us.” Horatio grabbed Victor’s hand and tugged him toward the entrance.

Cedric and I exchanged questioning glances but kept our mouths shut as we followed behind the couple. Once they reached the front of the line, Horatio merely nodded at one of the bouncers before the other moved to open the door for us.

“How did you do that?” Cedric asked curiously as the doors closed behind us. “This is one of the most exclusive clubs in London. Saturday is the only day of the week that they open it up to the public.”

“My uncle is an investor,” Horatio said.

“And this is the first I find out about this?” Victor deadpanned, bracing his hands on his hips. “You know I’ve been wanting to get into this place for months.”

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