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Oh, it was like that? I was going to live out my dirtiest fanfiction life. “He is he, and you are you. Show me the measure of your strength.”

He rolled his hips just slightly, and my body quaked from pleasure. “I'll show you strength. “

He gripped my standing leg by the thigh so I could hook it around his hip. We were the same height in my heeled boots, and I wasn't skinny, but he held me while I rode his dick for dear life. Then he braced me against the wall and tried to push me through the cement.

And I wanted him to. He drilled into me with such an uninhibited passion that I knew I wouldn't be right for a while. I let out a moan. He covered my mouth but never once slowed while he thrusted. If anything, the friction became more intense.

My head swam in pleasure and the wanton glee that I was hooking up with a book boyfriend in a hallway like a bad little Vice Admiral.

Then the wave of ecstasy I so desperately wanted to drown in crashed over me. I came.

Hard.

It wasn't my usual where the heat built while my clit tingled, and it spread through me until it faded away.

No. Not this orgasm.

Dragon elicited my body's completion. The throbbing of the center ripples through me, stealing my breath, soul, and mind.

Nothing existed but the sound of him slapping into me and the high of the moment until he tensed against me. Then I crashed back into regular life.

He muttered something I couldn't understand, but it sounded like he was speaking in tongues. I could relate.

“Damn, that was good,” he said into my neck.

I tried to adjust my head, so his helmet was out of my way. The breathing thing was all I could accomplish until I pulled it together. Even replying was out. His dick should come with a disclaimer. Hell, it should come with a bed. I needed to rest and recoup—unless he wanted to do it again. I had the energy for that.

“Better than my imagination.” He lowered the leg that I had wrapped around his hip.

“That's what makes it so good,” I said.

Woot. I found my voice. It was husky, like some sort of vixen. He froze for a moment.

“Something wrong?”

“No, I thought I heard something.”

Oh, hell no. I wasn't about to be kicked out of the con after my victory fanfiction sex.

I slid my leg off his shoulder to dress. “We need to get out of here before con or hotel staff come down here.”

I hopped on one leg briefly as I slid up my leggings—thank all that was holy they were not hard to put on—and with a few more hops, my boot. Just in time, as the doors we came through swung open, and two guys with two-way radios and con staff polos stopped in the doorway. I could use the situation to escape. “Oh, thank you for getting us out. We went through the wrong door.”

I took off through the doors before they could interrogate me or let the door shut. The quicker I left the scene, the better. Nothing was going to come between me and the masquerade ball on Saturday night. I won my seat at the coveted table and would see Dragon there. Who knew, we could have a round two.

CHAPTER 4

Ryu

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ast night was not enough. I wanted more. I hadn't anticipated that. Jaelle—no Victoria—calling her by her actual name reduced my hunger and kept me focused. Victoria was for the weekend. Everyone knew that con hook-ups stayed con hook-ups. In the real world, the girl turned into a regular girl.

Like me, they wore a mask to blend in with a society that selected what people were allowed to obsess about, and books were not one of them. And games were even further down the list.

She'd change, and the hunger would die, so what was the point of thinking about her? The ball would start in half an hour. I'd see her gown. It was two to one odds that she would wear a recreation of Victoria's gown from the masquerade scene in the first book. Her velvety brown skin against a green shoulderless dress would be maddening. I might as well be honest with myself. I would have her again.

“Make it good, Ryu, because she's off limits after this,” I told myself in the mirror as I slipped on my dress shirt. “After this, she goes back into a book where she belongs, and you go back to your company.”

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