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Goosebumps erupt over her skin as I trail my fingers along her spine.

“What’s your name?” she questions with a heavy breath.

Needing to see this girl come undone before my eyes, I lift her dress slightly and help her flip around so she’s facing me while she grinds against my dick.

“Aww, you want to get to know me better, doll?” I say as I grab her hips and drag her over my throbbing cock, making her gasp when I hit my intended target. “It’s Trent, so you can say it out loud when I make you come in a minute.”

“Oh, fuck,” she says, circling her hips on me.

“That’s it… give it to me.” I practically growl into her ear. I continue dragging her body over my lap, kissing, and nipping at her neck. Her body quakes, and I know my girl is about to come undone for me.

“Oh, fuck... fuck Trentttt,” she screams out as her body convulses on me.

“That’s a good girl,” I say as I continue to kiss along her shoulder. Her body flutters with aftershocks and I sit with the most smug-as-fuck look on my face. I did that to her. I made her come undone like this.

She grabs my face, and kisses me. I wasn’t expecting it, so it takes me a moment to realize what she’s doing. But as soon as I do, I grab the back of her head and deepen our connection.

Her tongue intertwines with mine in the most delicious way. There is no way this chick is real. I need more of this. Whatever this is, I need more.

There’s a knock on the door and a gruff voice radiates through. “Times up Maggie.”

What? Already? It feels like it’s only been a few minutes, not a half-hour.

She pulls away from me and smiles, “Thanks for that… stud.” She climbs off me and adjusts her dress. Fuck! This can’t be over. I need more time.

“Wait… Give me your number, beauty. I need more time with you.”

She lets out a laugh. “I’m sorry, only one private dance per night. It’s a rule.”

“That’s not what I meant. I mean outside of here. Anywhere… fuck”

She turns to head towards the door.

“This was amazing… seriously, thank you for this,” she says over her shoulder when her hand reaches for the doorknob.

And then she’s gone.

Chapter Three

Ashley

Present

Standing beside the iron gates that lead to Trent’s massive property, I stare mindlessly at my phone. Hoping like hell I didn’t ruin anything for her. Tig deserved this night, and I had to go and mess it up with my freak out.

I had no choice. When I heard ‘Maggie’ I froze, and my instinct was to run.

Come on, Tig, I gotta get out of here. My leg is twitching, and my skin is crawling to get away.

Thankfully, I’m hidden by the shadows of the large trees that line his property. Otherwise, I think people would look at me funny. Especially considering I’m standing here in Trent’s oversized t-shirt and my hooker heels. His smell surrounds me, and I can’t help but wrap my arms around myself, imagining it was him with me. How I wish that were true.

Fuck! Of course, it would be Trent and here, of all places. I knew I recognized those eyes and the way my body came alive under his touch. I stare up at the sky and laugh maniacally, “You sure do have some sense of humor.”

I hear footsteps approaching and I’m thankful for the best friend a girl could ever ask for. “Bitty!” is all she gets out before wrapping her arms around me and bringing me in for a hug.

“I’m okay babe,” I whisper into her shoulder. “I just needed to get out.”

“What did that fucker do? I’ll knock him out,” Lottie questions as she pushes back to evaluate my current state.

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