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Ekon dips his head. His warm finger caresses my ear, and he tugs a loose curl. It bounces once before he does it again. "I want you to admit you liked it," he whispers over the music into my ear.

My throat clenches shut. "I didn't."

"Liar," he says with a grin.

I glare at him. "Don't you have guests to entertain?"

He leans into me, face inches from mine. "I'm entertaining you."

"I'm not a guest." I tilt my head away from him.

"No," he says, his voice dropping lower. "You're something else entirely."

My breath catches, stopping inside my lungs. "Ekon—"

His thumb lands on my throat, sitting heavy just like I like it. He hasn’t done a fucking thing to me, but my blood races inside my body. The lights flash above us, and Ekon moves closer. His thigh presses between my legs, and my treacherous pussy crashes into it. His knee hits my clit, and I make a low noise over the music. I glance sideways, spying no one near us at the bar. Everyone is watching the show right now where Adwin plays the sax. His fingers roll over my throat, pressing on certain points. My eyes roll to the back of my head as Ekon blows a breath out above my head.

“I want to fuck you again,” he whispers over the music.

I shake my head. “We can’t. It was a one time thing.”

“Was it?” he questions, leg brushing against me.

Before I can utter a word, his leg twists, hitting my clit on the downstroke. My mouth opens, and a whine hitches from my mouth.

“Yue,” he states, laying his hands on my waist.

My shorts feel far too tight tonight. My insides quiver, swirling as his hand dances to the front of my shorts. Cold fingers dance along the inseam of my shorts, pushing the fabric into my pussy.

“I want a taste,” he whispers.

My hands rise, and I slam them into his shoulders, using a bit of force. Ekon’s far stronger than me as a gargoyle, but he does back away. His tongue snakes out, licking his lips.

My thighs quiver and I move away from him. Breath stays locked inside my chest, not moving as I meander through the crowd, walking toward the back room. I exhale the second I step through the door, shoulders falling to their normal spot.

“Yue.” His voice rolls throughout the empty room, sending his deep timbre all over my flesh.

I glance over my shoulder just as Ekon shuts the door. I swallow hard, eyes dropping to his sparkly shorts. A massive dick imprint, something I’m used to, presses against it.

“Yue,” he states, eyes scanning my body. Ekon strolls into the room, moving like he owns it.

I swallow hard, legs wobbling. I can’t fucking move as he stands before me.

His body glistens with sweat. “I said I want a taste, Yue.”

I shiver before him.

His hands land on my ass, squeezing my cheeks. “Fuck,” he groans, getting a handful. “It doesn’t matter how big my hands are, you have ass for days.” His hands glide all over my cheeks, grabbing and grasping handfuls of my ass.

“Do you want me to stop?” he questions, fingers slipping under my shorts.

Though cold, his hands fill me with warmth. On my tip-toes, I wrap my arms around his neck and yank him toward me. His lips crash into mine, licking the seam of my mouth. I open, allowing him entry. Ekon’s tongue sweeps around inside my mouth, and he rises, lifting me off the ground. His mouth claims mine with a desperation that makes my knees weak.

"Ekon," I breathe, breaking the kiss.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you to eat me right now."