Page 19 of Luxe

I nodded, unable to form words as the pleasure coursed through my body. “Yes...sir,” I said between whimpers.

He pulled me even closer, his fingers tracing patterns on the back of my head. “Then cum for me,” he whispered hotly against my lips before kissing me deeply. As he pinched my nipple through the fabric of my top, I couldn’t hold back any longer and let myself succumb to the intense pleasure he was giving me.

With moans echoing throughout the room, I pressed my body against his, riding him with fervor. Suddenly, I couldn’t contain the intense pleasure any longer and I lost myself in a powerful orgasm. He responded by deepening our kiss, and I felt his cock pulsing inside me, releasing warm shots of cum that filled me completely.

My entire being trembled as I rode the waves of not just one, but two mind-blowing orgasms on top of him. As our breaths slowed and our bodies relaxed, he broke the kiss and pulled back slightly. “Wow,” he breathed, his voice husky against my neck, “I think we need to talk.” A mixture of emotions flooded over me. Satisfaction from the incredible pleasure we had just shared, but also a stirring of uncertainty about what the talk might entail.

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MINE

NICO

Monogamous relationships were never something I actively sought. It wasn’t that I saw anything inherently wrong with them, they just didn’t align with my personal desires. The idea ofsettling downand committing to one person for the rest of my life wasn’t something I aspired to do. And marriage? Well, that was a concept I had never truly believed in, and still didn’t.

But then something within me shifted. My perspective on what I wanted for my future changed. Roxy had become enough for me. More than enough, in fact. Marriage was still not in the cards, but I knew without a doubt that she was the only one for me.

My job was dangerous, and the possibility of losing my life loomed over me every day. I couldn’t bear the thought of bringing someone else into this world, knowing they could suffer the same loss I’d seen others endure. Still, she filled every corner of my heart and soul, making it impossible for anyone else to ever take her place.

After last night, when she was talking dirty about me having her every night in my bed at home, something stirred inside me. It felt like a switch had been flipped, igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t control. I’d never once thought about having the same woman in my bed every night. Usually, I called a car service when we were done, sending them on their way. I never led them on or made promises of a future with me.

But tonight, as I walked into Luxe, there she was, gliding through the room with grace and confidence. Her bright white smile, framed by perfectly painted red lips, caught my eye immediately. She had grown more self-assured since returning to the club, and every night before I approached her, I would stand back and watch her command the attention of those around her.

Our eyes met, and she beamed in my direction, setting her black tray down on the bar before sashaying over to me. “Hi, sir!” she greeted me with excitement in her voice, though a hint of nervousness still lingered beneath the surface.

Bending over, I kissed her cheek, then took her hand in mine. “Can I steal you away for a bit?”

“For the talk?” she asked before adding, “sir,” with a quick shake of her head. “Sorry,” she continued, “I’m in work mode right now. When I got here, there were so many people. Business is booming.”

“Yeah, I can see that. And it’s okay.” My fingers brushed against a stray strand of hair, tucking it behind her ear. “You seem a little flustered, though.”

She let out a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine. “Just a little,” she admitted. “Si-”

“Stop thesirfor a little bit.” I cut her off before she could finish the word, wanting to take this moment for us with no formalities or expectations. Lacing our fingers together, I placed her in front of me and rested a hand on her lower back, feelingthe soft, exposed skin beneath my touch as I led us down the far hallway toward our room.

It surprised even myself, when I asked her to disregard our usual rules for a little while. But in that moment, all I wanted was to be with her and forget about everything else. As soon as we were alone, I pulled her closer to me and kissed her with an intense passion that left us both breathless. When I finally peeled myself away, she shifted her weight back and forth nervously.

Unable to keep my hands off her, I placed them on her hips, kissing her once again while backing her into the bed. When she bumped into it, she sat on the edge, still tangled in our passionate embrace. My hand slid up her back, holding her head against my mouth as our tongues intertwined in a sensual dance. Her moans echoed in my ears as her fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my black V-neck T-shirt I’d opted to wear this evening instead of the usual suit.

Reluctantly, I released her lips, and she panted, her breath warm against my skin. I couldn’t help but savor the taste of her cherry lip gloss on my mouth. I sat next to her on the bed, bringing my leg up between us as I shifted to face her. She did the same. I held her hands in mine.

“I need to tell you something,” I said, watching as her eyes widened in nervousness. “Last night, when you told me you wanted me to fuck you every night... it got me thinking.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she apologized.

I stopped her with a gentle touch. “It’s not about that. It made me realize something. I’m not going to drag this out.” I brought the back of her hand to mouth lips and lowered it back onto my leg, resting my hand on top of hers. “I’d like for you to move in with me. My bed is missing someone else, and it’s you.” The heavy words hung in the air between us.

“What about your need for space?”

She had always been well aware of my aversion to sharing my personal space, and she used to tease me about it before we became friends after her accident. It had been a long time since I had been intimate with anyone, and now I understood why. Since the moment we became friends, I had only wanted her.

“My past doesn’t dictate my future with you,” I replied. “They were clearly nothing to me and you’re who I want to share my personal space with. There’s still one thing I need to be clear about.”

“Marriage isn’t for you.”

“So, if you ever feel like you need more from a partner than just a commitment and the title of boyfriend, I will force myself to accept it.”

She giggled and I raised an eyebrow in question. “You assume marriage is inmyfuture?”

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