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My arms give up and I sink forward, my body flopping onto the seat as my breaths come in rapid puffs. He falls on top of me, his breath mingling with mine, his weight feeling glorious.

He’s right, he did make me see stars.

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Luca

She’s panting as wecome down from our high. I slowly pull out of her, my cock still rock hard and clearly not getting the message that the show’s over.

No condom. No conversation. No fucking regrets.

I’m never having anything between us when I’m inside her. She felt amazing, even better than I could have imagined.

I tuck myself back in and pull her dress down, knowing that my come will be seeping out of her for the drive home.

She looks over her shoulder.

“I think I’ve proved that I can find your G spot,” I say, slapping her arse again.

She lets out a yelp, and I chuckle as she carefully gets herself back into her seat and scowls at me.

“Can I have my underwear back?”

“I think I’ll keep it.”

“To put in your memory box along with the fingers of your enemies?”

I tilt my head and look at her curiously.

“What?”

“You’re an interesting creature,” I say, kissing her on the forehead before reaching into the front seat and honking the horn.

“Now what?” she asks pensively.

“Now you come home with me.”

“And then?”

“I fuck you again.” I readjust myself.

“What makes you think I’m going to let that happen again?”

I quirk an eyebrow at her and smirk.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re an arrogant arsehole?”

“Regularly,” I reply, deadpan.

The driver’s door opens, and my suited driver climbs back in the car, the smell of nicotine on him. God, I’d love a cigarette.

I check my pockets, but I’ve left them on the VIP table. Fuck. That’s annoying.

“Roger, you got a smoke?” I ask as he starts the engine. He throws back a packet and I take out a cigarette, lighting it.

Layla watches as I take my first drag, tracking the smoke as it billows between us.

“What else did Levi say?”

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