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“So beautiful,” he says, placing a soft kiss on my lips and stealing my breath for what feels like the millionth time tonight. And then he gets up and starts to put his clothes on. I follow his lead and pick up my lingerie, sliding my panties on under the skirt I’m still wearing. As I’m putting on my bra, he grabs me and kisses me hard. I moan at the taste of him, the feel of him, and everything about him as he devours me. I could get lost in this man forever if I let myself.

“Thank you,” he says as he breaks away. “I’ll see you soon.” And then he’s going to the door and opening it, turning back around to give me a wink before he disappears, the door closing behind him, leaving me with a smile on my face as I finish putting on my bra and make my way to the changing room, making sure to turn the light back to green as I go.

Chapter Ten

DOMINIC

I’ve thought of nothing but her for the last two days. Every time I close my eyes, I see her. Every time I lose myself to my thoughts, it’s about what I did to her, and her to me. I want more. Need it. My body and mind suddenly craving her like a fucking drug. I’m aware it’s not ideal and that she may never want to see me again, but fuck, if I don’t try, I’ll never know.

And with that thought in mind, I leave the office early and go to my car, with the hope of seeing her again in my sights.

Chapter Eleven

CARRIE

I’m not working the stage tonight, but I am on the bar, covering for Jean because the dozy sod went and fell earlier today and is currently holed up in the flat above with an ice pack on his foot. I’m sure he’s still grumbling now, because Jean is a terrible patient. He likes to be on the go all the time, so having to rest and do nothing is his worst nightmare.

I serve the few customers sat at the bar who are waiting for tonight’s show to begin, and then I busy myself wiping down tables, even though I did it all about half an hour ago. I can’t just stand around and do nothing. I like to be busy. I go back behind the bar and see a new customer has taken a seat right at the end, away from the other customers, his head down, but I know it’s him.

I feel a flutter in my stomach as I approach, and when he lifts his head and hits me with his killer smile and come-fuck-me eyes, I almost melt on the spot.

“Good evening,” he says as I stop in front of him, my hands resting on the bar.

“Back at you. What can I get for you?” I ask, trying to be casual but knowing I’m colouring up at just the sight of him—I can feel my cheeks getting hot already.

“Scotch,” he tells me, and I nod, moving to pour him his drink.

“On the rocks?” I ask.

“Of course.”

Fuck, why do I feel so awkward? Probably because he had his nose buried in your pussy and fucked you better than any porno you’ve ever watched. I almost laugh to myself.

“Thank you,” he says when I place his drink on the bar. “At risk of me being too forward, what time do you get off of work?”

“Too forward? Is that really a thing after what we did?” I ask, a smug smile on my face as I remember the way he spoke to me, calling me a ‘good girl’ and telling me ‘that’s right, baby’. Oof.

“I guess not,” he says with a chuckle, and that chuckle hits me right at my core. God, he’s sex personified.

“I get off at ten,” I tell him, and then he asks, “Is that too late to take you to dinner?”

“Not at all.”

His answering grin makes me feel all fucking floaty inside, and even as I go to serve another customer, I pray that I don’t end up falling for Dominic, because whatever happens, I can’t give him my heart.

Chapter Twelve

DOMINIC

There aren’t many places open around here this late at night, but my hotel has impeccable service and serves food and drinks around the clock, so that’s where I decide is best as I pull into the car park and switch the engine off.

“I hope coming here is okay,” I say to her as she looks up at the hotel.

“Of course.”

“There aren’t many places open this time of night,” I continue, but she turns her head to me with a smile and says, “I know. It’s okay, this is perfect.”

I let out a whoosh of breath at how relieved I feel that she doesn’t think I brought her here for sex… even though it would be fucking nice to re-enact what we did the other night.

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