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When the elevator doors slide open, I glance back at him over my shoulder, then walk into the hallway. Directly in front of us stands a large room with a plaque on the door that reads: Exclusive Member Access.

My fingers curl around the handle, and the door immediately swings open, revealing the spacious room beyond. I don’t step inside. Instead, I remain in the doorway, slowly bringing one finger to my lips and biting it in a silent invitation.

I feel Zayn stop behind me, his breath only millimeters from my ear as both palms settle around my waist.

“Dress off,” he orders, realizing what kind of room we’re about to walk into.

Moving past me, he steps into the room specifically designed for the exact reason I brought him up here. Facing me, he calmly unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt and rolls the sleeves up his forearms. Then he undoes his belt and lets it hang loose around his waist, his movements unhurried and deliberate.

Turned on by the sight of him alone, I let my dress slide down beneath my breasts, untie the string at my waist, and allow the fabric to pool around my feet.

“Explain what you want my help with, Selene,” he says with a smirk, waiting for my answer.

My gaze drifts around the room as I try to decide what I want to do first.

The space is dimly lit, drenched in a deep crimson glow that reflects off two padded red walls. The other two are made entirely of floor-to-ceiling glass, revealing the city skyline beyond and making the entire room feel dangerously exposed. The contrast between the luxurious interior and the vast city spread out beneath us sends a thrill through me.

Positioned directly in front of one of the glass walls hangs a black leather sex swing, suspended from the ceiling, its straps gleaming faintly beneath the low lights. Near it sits a sleek restraint bench lined with dark ties, and a few carefully arranged toys that make my pulse speed up.

The entire room feels decadent. Intimate. Built purely for pleasure.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a swing,” I reply with an innocent expression. “Will you help me, please?”

Still wearing the heels, with nothing but a pair of white panties and a strapless white bra covering me, I walk to it and lower myself slowly.

The black leather straps creak softly above me as I slide back into the suspended seat, letting the swing support my weight, my thighs resting on the padded sides. I lift my arms and curl my fingers around the upper straps, exactly the way the swing was designed to hold me—open and exposed.

The floor-to-ceiling windows stretch in front of me, the city glittering far below. The awareness of how vulnerable the position leaves me sends a wave of desire through my entire body, tightening every muscle as anticipation burns hotter under my skin.

“Fuck me,” I hear Zayn say behind me, and a second later, I feel him pressed firmly against my back.

He grips my chin with one hand and tilts my head up, the fingers of his other hand sliding into my mouth. I immediately begin licking and sucking them sensually, my eyes fluttering shut at the rough sound of his breathing into my ear.

“Do you need lubrication, Selene?” he whispers hoarsely.

Both of us look down at my panties and see the white fabric soaked through, my body trembling impatiently for his touch.

“This is what you need me for?”

“Mhm…” I moan, incapable of controlling myself.

When I saw this room, I knew I wanted to bring him here before I ruined it entirely.

This is the hotel I’m starting with because the others still have guests and reservations booked for another two months.

This one and two more are positioned extremely close together, the next building slightly to the right, and from here, we have a perfect view straight into its balconies.

Thankfully, though, the windows are sixty percent opaque, and all of those balconies appear to be empty.

Zayn pulls his fingers from my mouth and drags my bra down under my breasts, his fingertips immediately finding my nipples. He starts circling each one with maddening precision, alternating between soft caresses and firm squeezes until my nipples harden painfully. The ache between my thighs grows stronger with every touch, my breath catching in my throat.

“Who are you this wet for, hmm?” he murmurs roughly, biting down lightly and sending a shiver through my entire body.

I look up at him, and even more desire coils in my stomach when I see the hunger written all over his expression. His eyes are dark, his jaw tense, every line of his face betraying how badly he wants me.

“For you, Mr. Thomas,” I answer sweetly. “Would you be kind enough to help me?”

He reaches for his pants and unbuttons them, letting them slip lower on his hips.