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He muffled my cry with his palm as pleasure ripped through me hard enough to make my vision blur.

“That’s it,” he said against my ear. “Come for me.”

I shattered beneath him.

He watched every second of it, holding my hips tighter while my body shook uncontrollably in his hands.

“Fuck…” His forehead dropped against mine as he lost rhythm for the first time all night.

The sound of his control finally cracking sent another wave of pleasure through me.

Seconds later, he stiffened hard against me and came with a low groan, holding onto me like he didn’t want to let go.

Outside the dome, laughter drifted through the trees like nothing life-changing had just happened in here.

Inside, the air felt hot enough to burn.

When my breathing finally slowed, Dante carefully pulled out and adjusted his clothes before grabbing my dress from the floor.

“Here.” His voice was rougher now. Softer.

He helped slide the dress back up my body before smoothing my hair behind my shoulders.

His fingers lingered against my cheek.

“I think it’s time for us to go,” he said quietly.

“We’re going back to the party?”

A slow smile crossed his lips before he leaned down and kissed me again.

“No.” His mouth brushed mine once more. “My place so I can have you exactly how I want you.”

THE CEO

DANTE

Hours later, Chloe sighed against my chest in my rooftop hot tub.

After devouring her in my kitchen, fucking her against my windows, and gripping her hips while she rode me in the hallway, I’d lost track of how many times we’d had sex tonight.

Every moan, every kiss, everything about this woman was getting under my skin in ways I didn’t understand. And I didn’t want to go another day without experiencing all of it.

“Hmmm…” She suddenly moaned.

“Are you okay?” I brushed hair off her forehead.

“No.”

“Oh…” I gently lifted her chin with my fingertips. “What’s wrong?”

“I need to rest before we have sex again.” Her cheeks tinged pink. “I can’t feel my legs right now.”

“Okay.” I held back a laugh, looking into her eyes. “I need to ask you something.”

“Can it wait until after I nap?”

“No,” I said. “How long were you really sneaking into my places?”