Page 26 of His Every Move

Zack was talking, voice muffled through the speakers.

My guilt started to cement into a nasty, toxic feeling in my chest. My cock—still rock hard and needy—couldn’t control me like this. I had to be a good guy. Had to turn off the feeds. Forget I ever even had access to these damn cameras.

“A party?” Eli asked. “Asexparty? Okay, now you’ve got my attention.”

Just as I was about to delete the app, I froze.

What was he talking about?

“Invite only? Hold up.” Eli got up from his bed and sat on the edge. He reached for his laptop and set the phone down next to him, putting Zack on speaker. “What’s it called again?”

“Midnight Manhattan,” Zack answered. “It’s supposed to be a masquerade theme. The only thing you’re allowed to wear is a mask.”

“Damn… sounds hot.”

“I’m telling you, it is. You need to go.”

“Are you going to be there?”

“Possibly. I may have a date that night, but if that falls through, then I’m going.”

Eli typed something onto his computer. I watched this all happen as if I were in the room myself. A horny little fly on the wall.

“Do you think it’s smart for me to go? You know, considering everything going on?” Eli asked.

No. No it’s absolutely not smart. Stay home, Eli. Stay the fuck home.

“I think it’s smart for you to blow off some steam. Besides, you’ll be safe there. It’s invite only, and there will be a lot of other guys there. No one’s going to try anything. I’ve been to these parties before. Everyone is super respectful, super hot, and super fucking horny.”

Eli looked up at the ceiling. He glanced directly at the camera. I flinched. Felt as if he could see straight through it.

“Fine, might as well. Only live once, right?”

“Exactly,” Zack said.

Fuck.

I closed out of the camera feeds. This wasn’t good. Elijah shouldn’t be going to this. Not alone, at least. No. He needed someone protecting him. Watching his back.

I swiped over into my internet browser and searched Midnight Manhattan.

I’ll keep you safe, Eli.

Chapter10

Elijah Grant

The emailwith the official invite to Midnight Manhattan dinged into my phone as I waited in line for my coffee. It had the address attached, along with a dress code (mask only) and a code of conduct (consent, no one being blackout drunk, everyone had to be bathed, etc.). This wasn’t my first time attending one of these exclusive kinds of sex parties, but it was the first time I’d go to one wearing a mask.

Sounded hot as fuck.

And damn did I need that kind of release.

“Thank you,” I said as the barista handed me my caramel macchiato with a grunt-smile hybrid.

Had to love New York City hospitality.

I pocketed my phone and walked out toward Bryant Park. It was a nice day out, but admittedly wasn’t as nice as the day before when I had spent it with Benji. That had been a very pleasant and much-needed surprise. He had a good sense of humor, interesting stories, and the sexiest fucking smile I’d ever seen. He also had that broody-detective thing going for him. An edge of “I’ve seen some shit” that made me want to learn more about him. I wanted to talk to him for hours about his childhood, his work, his likes and dislikes.

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