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“But no ice skating, at least not in this outfit. I’d split my pants right down the middle if I tried.”

I wiggle my eyebrows when she looks at me.

“I can think of worse things than having to go to my bedroom to change into something else,” I smirk, unbeknownst to her that that is my goal for the night.

“Are you hitting on me, Sebastian?” she asks coyly as we stand at the top of the stairs and look over the abundance of options we have to experience.

“Hell, yeah, I am.” I move my arm around her waist, pressing her fully against my body so she can feel the hard on I have for her. “If you’d let me, I’d take you straight to my room. To hell with the rest of this party.”

My bluntness surprises her when her eyes widen and her mouth drops open. I’m not holding back with her anymore. Fuck it. I want her, and I’ll make it clear every chance I get. I inch closer to Chloe, my breath hot on her neck. My lips ghost over her lobe, and the lightest of shivers runs through her.

“I think you want that too. I think you’re curious about me.” My voice is a mere whisper against her earring. “Otherwise, you would’ve left long ago if you were truly offended by me like you acted earlier.”

Her sharp intake of air, the way she moves her head closer to mine, and the tension in her body all speak to the undeniable want between us. She’s holding back, using that façade to conceal not just her feelings but her desires as well. I’m eager to explore it if she lets down her guard.

The air between us is charged, and I can practically feel the debate raging inside her. Will she give in to what we are both feeling? Or will she pull away and retreat behind her perfectly tailored manners of what a proper woman should do at a charity event?

With each passing second, the party fades away, leaving only her and me and the answer I’m chanting in my head to hear. Her eyes lock onto mine, and her breaths come in shallow, unsteady intervals. She doesn’t pull away. Instead, she moves even closer, bridging the remaining gap between us. Her lips meet mine in a soft, hesitant kiss as if testing the waters of my confession to see if it is true.

I deepen the kiss, pouring everything I feel for her into it as the world around us ceases to exist. The charity event, the music, the guests – all of it fades away, leaving only the warmth of Chloe’s embrace. Her fingers curl around my suspenders as she leans into my body with a growing intensity that matches mine.

It’s a silent admission of the connection that has simmered between us all evening, a promise of what could be if she letsherself explore this undeniable attraction. I break the kiss, both of us slightly breathless as I gaze at her in my arms.

“I guess I am curious,” she admits, and I fucking love it. I give a playful tug on her ponytail, wanting to wrap it around my fist later.

“Curiosity can lead to a lot of fun. Shall we move this party of two upstairs?”

Chloe’s response is a soft, almost imperceptible laugh before she kisses me again. There’s no hesitation this time when she murmurs against my lips, “Yes.”

I end the kiss immediately, refraining from tossing her over my shoulder as if I’m kidnapping her to take her to my lair. My dick is hard and pulsing in my pants at the thought of sinking into her soft body in a few minutes.

“Fuck yeah!”

I tuck her hand into the crook of my arm and carefully guide us through the throngs of people I invited, some I know, some I don’t. I wave and shake hands like a politician as I cut through the crowd to guide us up the stairs she tried to escape from. She is quiet, content to let me dart in and out of people with only one mission in mind—her.

The second I open the door for her to glide through, I see Taylor bustling toward us. I’ll wave her off like I’ve done with everyone else a moment ago, and then we’ll be one flight away from finding ecstasy in each other.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Taylor conveys with a seriousness that has me groaning inwardly. “Giovanni is sick and throwing up. Paolo is trying to help him now, but he can’t get him off the floor.”

“Jiles will handle it,” I dismiss, trying to edge past her, but Chloe doesn’t take the hint and stands her ground when she sees Taylor frown.

“Uh, I think Jiles is handling another matter. Something about a valet hitting a parked car,” Taylor says with a hint of nervousness in her voice as she glances from me to Chloe. “I was trying to help Paolo, but Giovanni’s a muscular guy and basically dead weight.”

Of course, Paolo can’t lift Giovanni. They are similar in height, but Gio has a good fifty pounds of muscle on him since he’s in bulking season for his upcoming bodybuilding competition.

Before I respond, Chloe and her worried look interject, “Sebastian, you should take care of your friend. It sounds like he really needs you.”

I hate Gio for his excessive drinking. I hate Paolo for being fit but not strong. I even hate Taylor for her concern, and for getting Chloe all worked up. I hate everyone making me feel guilty for wanting to get laid versus playing nursemaid to my stupid ass friend that can’t hold his liquor. It’s clear that no one is letting me off the hook here.

With an exasperated tone, I finally concede, “Fine, I’ll go check on them, but he’s ruining my evening, and I might have to kick his ass for it. Chloe, can you give me a moment?”

“Of course, but be nice, Sebastian. It’s not his fault.”

“They are in the movie theater,” Taylor hollers after me.

I am definitely going to beat his ass if he’s sick all over my custom leather chairs that I had imported from Italy. I take the stairs two at a time, heading down the long hallway to the theater room. The closer I get, the louder the noise from some action movie booms toward me. When I turn on the overhead lights, flooding the dark room, I see Paolo crotched over Gio lying on his side and hurling into a popcorn bucket.

The guests have left the room, but it still looks like a mess after a rave party. The floor is littered with candy wrappers and popcorn, ground into the carpet. Empty chip bags and snackcontainers are strewn across the couch. Every available surface, including side tables and the floor, is cluttered with empty alcohol bottles and wine glasses, evidence of a good time or, in Gio’s case, too good of a time.

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