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My mind scrambles, the image coming alive inside my mind. Would I enjoy people watching us? Maybe I would. I don’t know, but I do know I like the idea of it. “I’m so close,” I let him know. All the sensations center around my core and my body comes alive on his next thrust. My orgasm starts off slowly, gaining speed with each punch of his hips. “Oh, Danger,” I whisper-scream close to his ear so nobody hears me.

Danger’s grip on my neck tightens, his thumb centering over my pulse point. “You’re so beautiful when you come for me.” He doesn’t let go until my orgasm races through me. He keeps fucking me, his body never slowing down.

I barely catch my breath before I feel the pulse of his dick. Before I feel the subtle jerk of his body, letting me know his orgasm has come.

“Fuck me, Monterey. I want your pussy milking my come from me.” He releases my throat and presses a hand against the wall behind me. “Keep squeezing my thick cock with that tight pussy.” He keeps pushing into me, over and over as his eyes bore into mine.

“Danger, ahh,” I moan as our bodies come to a crescendo of breaths and sighs.

Danger brushes his thumb across my lower lip, a mischievous spark in his eyes. “Your lipstick’s messed up, Mrs. Hudson.”

“Well, that’s your fault, Mr. Hudson.”

He chuckles quietly. “I’ll let you fix it in a minute.” He kisses the corner of my mouth, featherlight. “Let’s head to that lounge so we can catch our breath and tidy up. Then I’ll take you to get another drink.”

His suggestion is practical, yet the look in his eyes tells me he’s far from done with me. With our fingers intertwined, we move deeper into the corridor, finding a small side lounge that’s cloaked in darkness except for a single low lamp. The plush couches are vacant—apparently, no one’s decided to hide away in here just yet. A quick glance around reveals no prying eyes. The rhythmic thump of music from the ballroom remains a distant backdrop, punctuated occasionally by laughter or the ding of silverware.

I head into a restroom to clean myself up, and when I’m done I exit into the lounge area.

Setting my purse on a side table, I fish out a compact mirror and a tube of lipstick. Danger stands watch by the archway, his hands in his pockets, a playful grin teasing his mouth.

“Turning guard dog on me, handsome?” I ask, carefully reapplying the burgundy color.

“Just making sure no one interrupts your retouch.” He arches a brow beneath his mask. “I’d rather keep your lips to myself tonight.”

I snap the mirror shut and slip it into my purse, trying to quell the wild flutter in my chest. “You drive a hard bargain.”

With graceful strides, he closes the distance between us, capturing my mouth again briefly before I can protest. “Your lipstick tastes good,” he murmurs, and we dissolve into laughter. The tension between us is a palpable current, like the hum of an engine at idle, ready to rev up any second. Even so, a sense of calm washes over me, too—being alone with him is like coming home.

We linger in that small lounge for a few moments, catching our breath, stealing more gentle kisses. Then Danger extends his hand. “Shall we get back to the main event? After all, we’re here for charity. Gotta show some face.”

I slip my fingers into his, a surge of affection swelling my heart. “Of course. But no more long interruptions for your racing friends, deal?”

He laughs, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. “Deal. I’ll just tell them my wife’s threatened to drag me onto the dance floor for the rest of the night.”

I smirk. “I actually might do that.”

A minute later, we emerge back into the bustling grandeur of the ballroom. It’s as though time outside has accelerated while we were hidden away, because the dance floor is crowded with even more elegantly clad guests. The band is playing a spirited tune, and swirling colors fill my vision—emerald, sapphire, ruby, gold. Danger leads me to the edge of the crowd, and we greet a few people, offering warm smiles and laughter. One philanthropic organizer approaches us with a bright smile, trying to speak over the music.

“Danger! Monterey! So glad you could make it,” she exclaims. “We’re expecting to raise a record amount for our underprivileged youth program this year. Your presence means the world.”

I squeeze Danger’s hand, feeling a swell of pride at how loved he is in this community. He nods graciously and says, “That’s fantastic news. Just let us know if there’s anything else we can do to help. We believe in this cause wholeheartedly.”

The organizer thanks us and invites us to the front of the room in a few minutes, where they’ll announce the donors and hold an auction for exclusive racing memorabilia. Danger agrees politely, and she swishes off into the crowd.

A slow song begins, cutting through the noise with a seductive note. Even with people clamoring for Danger’s attention, he’s already drifting toward me, an unspoken invitation in his eyes. “We have time for at least one more dance, right?” he murmurs, pulling me in gently.

I lay a hand on his shoulder, molding my body to his. “Mmm, absolutely.”

With measured steps, we glide onto the dance floor once more. This time, the crowd seems to thin around us. Maybe it’s the nature of this particular track: it’s quieter, more intimate, encouraging couples to hold each other close. Danger’s hand slides around my waist, bringing me flush against him, and I rest my palm against his chest. Behind the black and gold mask, I close my eyes, inhaling his cologne, letting the soft chords carry me away.

“You feel so good,” he whispers in my ear. “So warm. I love how you fit right here.”

A soft smile spreads across my face. “Your perfect puzzle piece,” I tease, referencing how we align as if we’re created for one another.

He chuckles. “That’s one way to put it.”

The melody slows to a near hush, and we rock gently, pressed tight. My cheek rests against his, the faint stubble on his jaw brushing my skin. I can’t resist kissing him there, just a featherlight peck, but he catches my lips in return, swallowing my soft gasp. It’s not a showy kiss—just an exchange of warmth that seals us off from the rest of the world for a fleeting moment.

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