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Megan rolls over, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed with pleasure. I settle between her thighs again, lifting her legs and draping them over my shoulders.

"I want to see your face when you come again," I say, my voice dark with promise. I push back inside her in one smooth thrust.

Megan's eyes fly wide, her hands clutching at my forearms. "I can't—I already⁠—"

"Yes, you can." I lean down, bracing myself on my forearms, caging her in. "You're going to come one more time for Daddy. And this time, I'm going to come with you."

I set a relentless pace, my hips snapping forward, my cock driving deep. Megan is moaning with every thrust, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"That's it," I growl. "Let me hear you. Tell me how good it feels."

"So good," Megan gasps. "You feel so good, Daddy. I'm so full⁠—"

"Fuck, baby." I drop my head to her shoulder, my control fraying. "You're going to make me come so fucking hard."

I slide one hand between us, finding her clit again. Megan's entire body goes rigid.

"Oh God—I'm going to⁠—"

"Do it," I command. "Come for Daddy. Right fucking now."

Megan shatters beneath me, her pussy clenching rhythmically, her body convulsing. The sensation pushes me over the edge. I thrust deep one last time and come with a guttural groan, my release pulsing into the condom as I empty myself completely.

For a long moment, we lie tangled together, breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. I carefully withdraw and dispose of the condom, then return to the bed and pull Megan into my arms.

She curls against my chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin. I press a kiss to the top of her head, my hand stroking down her back.

"You did so well," I murmur against her hair. "So good for me."

Megan makes a soft, contented sound, and I feel her body relax completely against mine.

Eventually, her breathing evens out, and I realize she has fallen asleep in my arms. I tighten my hold on her, my jaw clenching behind the mask.

One night will never be enough.

Morning is coming. And when it does, I will have to let her leave.

For now.

I will let her go in the morning. I will give her space, let her think she is safe behind her professional boundaries and her careful distance.

But I know the truth now. I know how she tastes, how she sounds when she comes, how perfectly she fits in my arms.

And I am not letting her go.

Chapter Five

MEGAN

I wake to silence and the pale gray light of early morning filtering through the hotel curtains.

For a disoriented moment, I don't remember where I am. Then my body reminds me—the pleasant ache between my thighs, the tenderness in my breasts, the way my muscles protest when I shift against the expensive sheets.

The hotel. Halloween night. Vanguard.

I turn my head, already knowing what I will find.

The other side of the bed is empty. The pillow still bears the indent of his head, but the sheets are cool to the touch. He has been gone for a while.