Page 28 of His Every Move

Oh, tonight is going to be fun.

I grinned, slipping my hand into his for a brief handshake. His grip was firm, his touch lingering, his eyes raking over me like he was already undressing me, which, considering the rules of this place, wouldn’t take much effort.

“May I see your invite?”

I pulled out my phone and showed him the email. At least there were two security points to get into the party. They were taking it seriously, then.

“Welcome,” he murmured, voice husky. “Enjoy yourself.”

The doors opened, and I stepped inside.

The penthouse was massive, opulent in a way that could only belong to someone drowning in old money. Chandeliers dripped crystal light onto polished marble floors, red velvet furniture sprawled across the space, casting deep shadows in the dim, golden glow. The music was low and pulsating, some kind of bass-heavy electronic that seemed to hum beneath my skin.

And the people? The bodies?

It was a sensory overload.

Masked men, all of them completely bare except for the single piece of anonymity covering their faces, moved through the space like ghosts in a fever dream. Some stood near the bar, sipping wine and whiskey, watching, cupping their balls or lazily stroking. Others were already lost in the haze of pleasure—sprawled over couches, pressed against the walls. There were three different hallways leading deeper into the labyrinth of sex and pleasure and dick.

Somuchdick.

My mouth watered.

Moans and gasps intertwined with the music, filling the room with the raw, unfiltered sound of sex. A man with a black lace mask had his lips wrapped around someone’s cock right there against the bar. Another was on his knees in the middle of the floor, thighs spread, back arching as he took a trip to Paris with one man in front of him and another railing him from behind. Sweat beaded on their rippling muscles as the top gave beastly grunts with every thrust.

I swallowed, my cock already thickening in my shorts.

Yeah. This wasexactlywhat I needed.

I went first to a discreet area to the side of the entrance where cubbies were stacked. Two men undressed, already fondling each other, speaking in hushed tones. I slipped off my shirt and then shorts and put them in a cubby. I slipped my mask on. It was a half mask that was painted white and gave my nose a slightly beakish shape.

The cool air kissed my naked skin. I decided I’d go to the bar first for a little bit of a social lubricant. I wasn’t shy at all, my cock already standing at half-mast as I walked across the dimly lit room. Leaning against the wall was a deliciously built man—thick around the chest and thighs, dark bush of pubes, a heavy cock, and sexy arms. He wore a leather mask that had dark black mesh across the eyes, giving him an extra layer of anonymity.

Fuck, he was hot.

I made a mental note to sidle over to him after I got my drink.

“What can I get you, stud?” the bartender asked. He was just as naked as the partygoers, with an unbelievable eight-pack that seemed to ripple as he moved.

“Vodka tonic, please.”

The bartender turned to grab the bottle of vodka, his ass looking like a ten-course meal. Damn, I wouldn’t mind eating some good ass tonight. Get it nice and wet before I made it mine.

Benji’s ass looked great the other day.

I told myself I wouldn’t think of the detective tonight, but I couldn’t help it. He’d dug under my skin, and I didn’t want to dig him out. Not quite yet. I wanted to explore whatever was there first.

Damn it. Maybe I should have invited him.

The bartender finished making my drink. I thanked him and took a sip, nearly getting knocked back from how strong it was. I shook my head and thanked him again before turning, scanning the room for that leather-masked man.

“Eli?”

My head swiveled to the left, from where my name had come.

Even though he was wearing a mask, I could instantly recognize the person underneath it.

“Zack?”

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