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“Maybe.”

My fascination with experiencing something forbidden is controlling my judgment, and he says huskily, “Then wait here. I’ll be right back. I’ll fetch us some champagne and then turn out the lights. Trust me to make this good for you.”

I nod, still unsure how I really feel about this and as I hear the door gently close, I exhale the breath I appear to have been holding and weigh up my options.

Do I really want this?

I circle the room like a caged animal, wondering if I’m in too deep. It all seemed so delicious and exciting, but sex with that man doesn’t really fulfill the fantasy I have in my mind. Do I want him to be my first? To give something so well-guarded to a stranger in a bar, old enough to be my father.

Is this what I’ve been waiting for? A sordid experience in a darkened sex dungeon telling me I’ve lost my mind as well as my principles. Then again, he could be anyone in my mind when the lights dim. I could turn over my body to a professional who knows how to play it. Not Jefferson. A man who will be forever etched in my memory, crawling across the room on his hands and knees before fucking a whore.

Do I want it to be him? A guy I thought would do, but really doesn’t measure up at all. It strikes me as sad that my body is the one thing I have left to control, so it’s probably now or never but am I making a huge mistake giving it to him?

So many thoughts rattle through my mind as I attempt to make a decision that will stay with me for the rest of my life. Do I want this? I want the experience, but do I want it with a complete stranger?

An image enters my mind of the man I met earlier, who I shot down in flames. My new boyfriend if he gets his way, so perhaps I should wait and experience this with him. Then again, he is just like the rest of them. A controlling bastard who took my freedom of choice away from me. Why should I give him something so treasured when he hasn’t earned that right?

No, it’s my decision and this could well be my only chance to make it, so with a deep gulp of air, I decide.

I’m doing this with the stranger in a suit and, for once in my life, I’m going to experience freedom.

CHAPTER5

MATTEO

We watch Abigail enter the room with a man I want to tear apart for my own pleasure and Cesare says in a low voice, “What’s the plan?”

“We give them two minutes and if they don’t leave, we’re going in.”

My fist curls by my side as I lean against the wall, conscious of what’s happening behind most of the closed doors.

The Banned Room is just another one of my clubs and when Cesare told me Abigail had come here, it shocked me. I never saw that one coming, which tells me I misread her character.

Dolly on the desk filled us in and the fact it’s her first time intrigues me. Obviously, she saw something on that monitor in my office that lit a spark and if anyone is going to fan the flames, it’s me.

I shift off the wall as the door opens, fully expecting them both to leave the room. However, only one person makes it out who stares in shock at the welcoming committee waiting for him.

Before he can react, he is bundled away by my men, leaving me with my trusted consigliere.

“Wait here.” I hiss and he resumes his position against the wall, resigned to waiting it out.

I open the door softly and flick the switch, plunging the room into darkness.

I just make out her shimmering dress in the dusky light and can almost reach out and touch her nerves.

I say nothing and prowl toward her, stopping to grab a silk blindfold from its usual place and as I reach her, I slide her hair away from the back of her neck and trail my fingers against her skin.

She stiffens, but I don’t react and carry on teasing a light path down to the base and press my lips lightly against her perfect skin, loving how she tenses at my touch.

I slip the blindfold around her eyes, noting how her breath hitches as she shivers before me and as I reach for her zipper, I waste no time in dragging it down, so her dress falls to a heap on the floor.

She makes to speak, but I press my finger lightly to her lips and her heavy breathing reveals she’s intoxicated by the situation. Nervous, undoubtedly, but not attempting to stop me, and as she stands before me dressed in silk stockings and the finest lingerie, my cock twitches with an urgency it hasn’t felt for some time.

Her soft breath against my lips is the sweetest sensation and I’m almost tempted to dip in for a taste. However, she obviously craves the experience, so I drop to my knees instead and pull down her panties, her shocked gasp making me smile.

I part her thighs and nuzzle against the sweet scent of a girl aching to become a woman and, as I flick my tongue against her clit, her low moan matches the wet heat encouraging me on.

There is no noise in the room except for her heavy, gasping breath and as I coax and tease her sodden clit, her gasp of pleasure makes me smile.

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