Page 19 of A Billionaire's Secret

IwatchedChristiansquirmin his skin at the sight of the large bright sign that read Velvet Dance Club.

“Oh, I see what this is. You want to see if I still have it,” he smiled, slid off his suit jacket, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white shirt, exposing the top part of his chest and quickening my pulse.

“I wonder the same for myself,” I looked up at the sign. “It’s been ages since I’ve been here.”

With that, I walked toward the long line of eager hipsters waiting to enter their ‘Mecca.’ Just as I had reached the end, Christian tugged at my hand.

“We don’t wait in lines, baby” he smirked and led me toward the entrance, under the spiteful stares of all the other patiently waiting clubgoers.

He leaned into the bouncer’s ear and whispered a secret code that sprung the bouncer to his feet, and the red rope flew open to let us in.

“Do you know him?” I asked Christian with surprise.

“No, but he knows me,” Christian replied with a cocky smile.

The thumping loud music was just what I needed to mask the thumping of my own heart. Having spent the last few hours with Christian, my head was even more clouded. I couldn’t see a clear future with him, but I couldn’t leave the present either.

As the search for the right words to say had begun to consume us both, I believed the best place to go was somewhere we didn’t have to talk at all.

Still holding my hand, Christian made way for us through the thickening crowd and shoved some people away from the bar, opening just enough space for us to stand in forced proximity.

His firm body towered over mine while he leaned over the bar to order drinks. I glanced at him with disbelief. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever be standing in this club with a man like him. His presence intimidated me and ignited me at the same time. But whenever he’d look into my eyes, I felt centered and calm.

Unable to find the answers to all those feelings, I grabbed my drink and took a sip.

“Cheers,” he tipped his glass to mine, leaned in closer, and ran his fingers through my hair.

Loud music thumped with the beat of our hearts. I pulled his hand toward the center of the dancefloor, pushing aside anyone who stood in our way. Christian followed my lead without protesting, even though his face showed slight discomfort.

I smiled at the sight of this powerful man losing ground under his feet. “Loosen up, Christian,” I laughed.

“Oh, I’m not sure you want that,” he grinned.

Then, to my surprise, he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, and before I knew it, we moved together in perfect unison under the music. Bodies pressed close together, our eyes never leaving each other’s gaze, we danced like a couple of teenagers in a club for the first time.

Sweat beads trickled down our foreheads, so I fished out a piece of ice from my drink and ran it down my neck. He pulled me closer, leaned in, and licked the water droplets from my neck. My eyes rolled back, and my fingers maneuvered through the hair on the back of his head.

His wet lips touched mine, and I let his tongue in. We kissed passionately, grinding with the rhythm of the music, igniting wildfires in our groins. My hand slid down his waist and subtly cupped his groin, feeling the throbbing hardness in my palm.

“Victoria, you’re making me want to rip your clothes off right here on the dancefloor,” he moaned.

“What’s stopping you?” I teased him, biting my lip.

He looked around us, examining the crowd. The tightly packed club seemed oblivious to our existence. People around us were dancing, talking, flirting, kissing. We were no different.

Feeling encouraged and aroused by my words, his hand lifted the back of my dress and passionately squeezed my ass. Looking straight into my eyes for consent, his hand circled toward the front of my panties and slipped inside them.

I bit my lip as his long fingers dove in the wetness between my thighs. With masterful swipes and strokes, he had me screaming under the club's loud music. Nestled in his firm, tall body, protected from the stares of strangers, I let go of my inhibitions and climaxed, right there, in the middle of the dancefloor, intoxicated by this man who I barely knew.

His eyes played with mine mischievously, and I could see victory written all over them. He licked the finger that had been inside me and smiled.

“What are you doing to me?” He smirked. “This was a first.”

I blushed and looked away, ashamed of my primal desires. “For me as well.”

Our faces red with passion and heat, we walked to the bar, ordered some cold water, and nodded in agreement that it was time to leave. I asked Christian to bring me home, and he agreed, silently hugging me tight in the backseat of his limo.

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