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The lights are low, but still bright enough to give a clear view inside the bedroom.

Would anyone see us?

And if so, would they recognize us?

Would they take photos? Nah. That’s crazy.

Would they watch? That would be naughty.

It’s not like paparazzi is posted across the street, waiting to snap the money shot.

What to do? What to do?

“Tick tock, I’m still waiting, kitten.”

I meet the hazel-blue eyes I’ve come to know almost as well as my own, including how they flare with smoldering heat when he’s turned on… like he is right now.

I let out a long breath.

I might regret this, but my body is humming with desire. It’s this hungry mass of volcanic fire, his dare teasing my flame.

I turn around so my back faces him. “Can you help me with the zipper.”

Resisting what I desperately need is futile and pointless.

“You’re going to give me what I want?”

“Yes.” With that one word I offer him my full submission.

“I love it when I get my way with you,” he says, amusement lacing his words.

The zipper on my dress hisses as he slides it down. When the dress pools at my feet, I step out of it, balancing myself with a hand on his forearm.

Without even asking, Phoenix unhooks my strapless bra. He snatches the expensive designer dress off the floor, struts towards the plush oversized chair in the bedroom and drops it with the bra. I blink, and he’s standing in front of me naked and ready.

Since the clock is ticking on our relationship, I make it my mission to commit every chiseled muscle to memory. Whoknows if I’ll ever be with a guy with such a perfect body ever again?

With a hand stroking his cock, Phoenix approaches me.

My eyes are riveted on his mighty erection. All the veins stand out on alert. My pussy clenches in delicious staccato pulses at the sight, and my mouth waters.

God, that’s as hot as fuck.

“You want to take this cock for a ride, kitten?”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to ride it like your life depends on it?”

“Yes.”

“Good because that’s the only way we do things—hard, rough, and dirty.” His fist pumps between his legs, up and down, up and down. “Tonight, we have the added benefit of an audience to make things even raunchier.”

Good Lord, I’m soaking wet.

The man’s mouth might be his most beautiful feature and that says a lot considering his long list of attributes.

My eyes are transfixed on his cock as his thumb swipes over the slick head.