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She looks up at me, her eyes meeting mine. A smirk spreads across her face as she runs her hands up my chest and around my neck, pulling me into a deep kiss. Our lips move in sync as she pushes me back onto the bed, straddling me.
“I'm sorry,” she says. “For my... mood.”
I shake my head. “Never apologize for your feelings, Flowers. I need them. I crave them.”
“I don't do well with unstable,” she says.
“I get it. I do.”
My hands find their way to her waist, gripping her tightly as she grinds against me. I work my hands under her shirt, feeling the softness of her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. She arches her back, pressing her ass against my cock.
I give a firm squeeze, eliciting a gasp and moan from her full, pouty lips.
“I don't have the right answers to your questions. I'm not ever going to be that man. But what I can give you—” Tugging her shirt over her head, her breasts bounce with the motion, and I take a second to simply stare.
I then work a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit through her panties, drawing a moan from her. A sly grin splits her face, and she slides her panties and then her skirt off, revealing everything.
I unbuckle my belt and reach for my zipper. Hannah grabs my hands and laces her fingers with mine. Our eyes lock as she unzips my pants and tugs my belt off. She holds my belt in her teeth, and she shakes her head back and forth. I chuckle at her, and she spits it out, licking her lips seductively. She reaches for my pants, pulling them off and tossing them to the side.
Her legs wrap around me as she pulls me close, grinding against me. I slip my hand under her, but she slaps my hand away. Instead, she reaches down between us, her delicate fingers searching for my cock. Her fingertips find the head, and she rubs against it, spreading my pre-cum over her pussy lips.
I reach into the nightstand and draw out a condom. I shudder when she grabs it and slides it on, groaning at the feeling of her hand moving over me. She straddles me again, sliding down over my rock hard cock.
“So what do we do at this sex club?” she asks, her voice husky.
“Whatever we want,” I say, sucking her bottom lip.
She rolls her hips, grinding against me. “What if I want to have sex for all to see?” she mouths against my mouth.
“That's fine. Just know I go back to prison afterwards,” I groan, lifting my hips.
She puts her hands on my chest, pinning me to the bed as she moves up and down, taking me deep into her. I feel her nails digging into my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight as I thrust up into her.
“Why prison?” she asks, her voice breathy.
“I'd have to kill any man who saw you naked,” I answer, pushing up harder.
I speed up my thrusts, my grip so tight it's almost painful. I can feel her tightening around me, her body ready to explode.
“Then we can watch? Will that keep you out of prison?”
“We can watch, Flowers. Maybe. I might kill the man you watch, however.”
“Well then maybe I'm going to just have to keep you distracted,” she says as she cries out as I thrust even harder.
“I'm counting on it. Keep me out of prison, baby girl. That's your task for the night.”
“Deal,” she moans, convulsing around me as I erupt inside her.
Chapter Nineteen
Hannah
The city lights dance on the black car's tinted windows as we pull up to Sins, Chicago's notorious erotic nightclub, and one of Marco’s favorite stomping grounds, according to Armando. He insisted on hiring a town car to take us, and it is an indulgence I’m not used to. I glance at Armando, his chiseled jawline and piercing eyes making my heart race. His tailored suit hugs his muscular frame, radiating an air of dominance and mystery that has me captivated.
“Ready?” Armando asks, his voice low and commanding. I nod, tugging at the hem of my little black dress. The plunging neckline and daring slit up the side make me feel both vulnerable and powerful, and I'm eager to see what the night has in store for us.
I would never have pegged myself as someone who would willingly enter a sex club, but I’m excited. I also love the idea that I’m getting to enter on the arm of Armando as his date. Like a couple. Like boyfriend and girlfriend. Marco didn’t just invite Armando. He invited his woman too.
