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“If you want, we can continue somewhere else…” Zayn offers.

But the second my body clenches tightly around his fingers, he turns me to him.

“Do you like this?” he asks, sounding genuinely surprised. “You like the idea of being watched?”

I don’t know.

At least, I didn’t until now.

This is the first time I’ve found myself in a situation like this.

“Definitely not being seen,” I explain, unable to tear my eyes away from the couple. “But there’s something about this scene that feels incredibly erotic.”

“Keep watching,” Zayn tells me.

They are still in the same position, except now she’s on top of him. He guides himself slowly inside her, his other hand moving lazily between her legs.

Again, both of them look toward us, just as we’re looking at them.

“I want the same thing,” I tell Zayn, and he stills for a few seconds, watching me carefully, as if making sure I’m certain.

“Come here,” he says eventually, helping me off the swing.

Pulling me to an armchair positioned in front of the glass wall, he sits down, then gestures for me to climb onto him.

Copying their position, I settle onto his lap, facing the windows, gasping as he fills me.

His hand lowers between my thighs while he kisses along my ear, then he trails his lips down my neck.

“You’re this turned on because of them, Selene?” He bites down hard on my shoulder, his fingers pressing on my clit.

“I’ve been this turned on since the moment I saw you standing at the hotel entrance, babe,” I answer honestly. “But I’m not going to deny that this situation makes it even worse.”

“You’d better remember who fucks you,” he warns, thrusting hard into me. “Because I’ll allow someone else to watch this one time, but only because they can barely see us.”

“So possessive,” I tease, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth as I revel in the jealousy threaded through his voice.

“You’d better not forget it.”

One of his hands wraps around my throat and pulls me fully into his chest as his pace grows faster and harder with every thrust.

I’m so close to climax that the walls around him begin tightening uncontrollably, my entire body trembling while I desperately try to hold on.

“I want to turn around,” I tell him softly, lifting myself off him.

A little surprised, he helps me, then guides me back down onto him, and we start moving together.

“Every time I come, it’s because of you and nobody else,” I tell him honestly.

“Then come for me, pixie,” he says with a smirk.

And the second the words leave his mouth, my body obeys without hesitation.

As if it stopped belonging to me a long time ago and became his instead.

And not even for a second does that bother me.

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