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She whimpers, nodding eagerly for it as the crown pushes between her lips.

“Look at that, sucking my cock in front of a room full of people who can’t take their eyes off you. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

Fuck, I don’t know whether to build her an altar after this or make her stand beside me at one.

She hums along my length, and I groan. This woman steals my soul. The envy from onlookers is evident. They see her taking every inch and think it’s submission, but she’s got the whole room in a choke hold the way she commands their focus. The way she makes her control look like obedience is fucking hot. Anna isn’t meek. When she’s on her knees, she’s the most dangerous weapon I’ve ever held.

“You’re perfect.”

She looks up at me like she knows exactly how to destroy me—and Christ, I’m gone. My orgasm rips through me, tunneling my vision, and I have to concentrate on not falling over. I’m breathless and shaking, like I’m fucking helpless against her mouth—and it’s true. She swallows around the tip and I growl my praise through gritted teeth. “Goddamn, I love you.”

Everything disappears when she slips me from her mouth, licking me clean with a wicked smirk.

I stand there panting, chest heaving breaths while I stare, utterly lost in my adoration for her.

ANNA

I kneel on the ottoman, still winded and dazed, my body thrumming and my clit still sensitive from coming earlier. I’m half-naked and kneeling in a room full of strangers and I’ve never felt safer, because of Casper, who marvels at me with devotion and reverence like I’m something sacred.

I hold myself together, despite the pure joy and relief threatening to erupt out of me at any moment. To say the experience was cathartic would be an understatement. Elation and solace prick at my eyes. What a gift to be able to let go, to have an outlet for the tension I’ve carried for years.

He kneels at my feet. I wobble on my stilettos, not quite steady. He notices—because of course he does—and gently removes one heel at a time. He takes my underwear from his pocket and I brace my hands on his shoulders while he helps me into them, sliding them up my calves and thighs until they are perfectly in place.

I simply stand there and let him tend to me.

With careful, tattooed hands, he smooths the stockings up my legs, handling me like I’m precious and delicate. He gives me his familiar quiet focus, occasionally glancing up to check in. There’s no rush or hurry. I run my fingers through his short hair while he adjusts the garter belt on my hips, straightening and fastening each clip. His knuckles skate over my bare skin and I shiver.

He helps me back into my heels and slips his fingers up the back of my calves until they’re resting behind my thighs. A few bodies filter out of the room, however, the rest linger to watch Casper’s attentive affection. I caress his face, staring into his light brown eyes, he closes them, pausing before opening them again. Normally his gaze is firm and protective when we’re in public—but this time it’s soft. His expression is proud, but there’s also tenderness and awe.

I can’t believe this man is mine.

He blinks, then presses a kiss to the top of each thigh, just below the velvet corset—gratitude.

When he rises to his feet, he places one hand around my waist, the other cupping my jaw. He kisses me.

“Are you okay?” His voice is low, rough, and just for me.

I brush under my lashes, ensuring no tears have leaked out. “I love you.” It’s the only answer I have. His lips curl into a smile and I wrap my hands behind his neck, dragging him down to kiss me.

“I love you too,” he says, and the words ghost over my lips just before our mouths meet. His breath is warm with a certainty and I melt into him, feeling more than sentimental. This man wraps me in devotion and assurance like a security blanket. His lips rove over mine slowly, but filled with purpose as his fingers thread into my hair.

Tonight, though invigorating, has also left me drained. He must notice, because he pulls back, giving me a look to ask if I’m ready to go and I nod with heavy, sated eyes. Casper takes my hand and leads me out, and I happily follow him. I suspect the soft smile on my lips will be there while I sleep tonight. Judging by the expression on his face when he glances back at me, he’ll be doing the same.

Everything feels heightened on the way home. My wool trench coat is wrapped around me while hot air blows from the vents of the Cutlass, warming my knees and calves. The illuminated skyline and streetlights blur through the window, making the city appear richer, deeper, and brighter.

I lean back in the seat and look over at him, his hand on the steering wheel, shadows dancing on his face as we pass under streetlamps. He’s still wearing the same blissed-out expression that matches mine. His cheek twitches like he feels me watching.

“You’re smiling.” My voice is soft and a little raspy.

Casper chuckles. “So are you.”

“I am,” I answer with a sigh. “I’m happy.”

He hums in agreement, giving me a brief glance before reaching across to rest his palm on my thigh.

“Yeah? Want to share your thoughts?”

“I loved tonight.”