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Chapter 3

As we head to the door, I text Lindsey and Samantha in our group chat. 

    Me: Taking a walk on the wild side. I'll text you if I need help. My location sharing is on. 

    Lindsey: Gif of a little girl in a tutu dancing

    Samantha: Use a condom! Take pictures. *devil emoji smiling*

"Everything ok?" Darien asks as we exit the club. 

"Yeah, I just needed to let the girls know where I was going," I say as I get my bearings and begin to look for the nearest subway entrance. 

A black car pulls up to the curb and a man gets out of the car. Darien grabs my hand and starts pulling me to the car. 

“Oh. Did you order an Uber? Smart.” I say as I climb into the car, the driver chuckles as he closes my door. “You have to make sure you give him five stars. It’s super clean in here and he helped me into the car!” 

Darien gives me a blank stare and I wonder if he’s just realized how drunk I am...mostly because I just realized how drunk I am. 

Sitting next to him in the car, I swing my legs over Darien’s thighs trying to alleviate the ache in my feet. Shoes are always so pretty when you buy them in the store but downright lethal on your feet after a couple of hours. He uses the back of his hand to caress my skin—down my jawline, across my throat, lingering where my breasts were spilling over the cups of my bra. Mesmerized I watched in the rearview mirror as his fingers stroked over the fabric, his thumb circling my n****e until it was on fire. I gasp at how good it feels. 

I lean into him and rest my hand on his cheek, bringing his face closer to mine. I’m hypnotized with anticipation as I watch his mouth descended on mine and then all I can do is feel and taste. The stubble of his jaw, the mint from his mojito, and how soft his lips are. His hand slides up my inner thigh and I shift so he can touch me where I need it most. 

“We’re here,” the driver announces. 

I blush and scramble to move off this man. Good lord, how could I have forgotten we were in public again!? I almost allowed him to finger me in an Uber! I didn’t even notice when the car pulled away from the club. I glance at Darien and he doesn’t seem flustered at all as he exits the car and rounds the back to help me out. 

I glance around briefly, noting we’re on the west side in front of a fancy high-rise. As we walk into the building, I get impressions of a tastefully decorated lobby, a doorman and we’re on the elevator headed to 49, the floor below the penthouse. 

As the elevator ascends, he tangles his hand in my hair and moves my head to the side, baring my neck. There’s a hitch in my breathing, as he begins to kiss and lick the one area of my body that is always guaranteed to get me soaking wet. I moan as he keeps a tight hold on my hair with one hand and caresses my round ass with the other. 

Ding!

I dazedly open my eyes as we arrive on his floor. 

He pulls me behind him down the hall and into his apartment when I realize something.

“Your door was unlocked? Are you nuts? No matter how nice your building is...locking doors is a must in New York City.” I say, snapping out of my lust-filled fog. 

“I have August Smart Locks,” he sees my blank look and continues. “It’s connected to an app on my phone and I unlocked the doors while we boarded the elevator.”

I stood there dumbly for a second and he used the opportunity to discard his jacket and guide me down the hall, presumably towards his bedroom. 

“Let’s have ‘the talk’ real quick,” he grabs my chin and lifts his phone to my line of vision, gesturing to a document on the screen. “I recently had a physical and I’m clean of all STDs. Are you on birth control?”

My head spins, and not just from the alcohol. I’ve never had a guy speak so directly about this. 

“It’s been a while for me,” I say slowly. It’s starting to sink in that I’m about to get naked with this stranger. I cleared my throat. “I’m clean and I have an IUD, so we’re safe.”

“Great.”

Both of his hands slid down my ribs to my hips, his thumbs pushing into the small of my back, pressing into my skin. As we enter his large bedroom, he stands me near his king-sized bed and backs up into a chair that’s situated in the corner of the room, toeing off his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt. 

“Undo the zipper,” he commands. Though his voice sounded calm and even, there was a definite undertone of power.

With shaky hands, I reach behind my back and pull the zipper down. The dress slowly peels away from my body, dropping to the floor. 

“So f*****g beautiful,” he murmurs, as his gaze skims over my body, stopping on my lacy black thong and again on my stilettos.

Shirt hanging open, he pushes out of the chair and crosses the room to stand in front of me. I stare at his chest and abs. God, there are really men built like bodybuilders and ** models just walking around the city of New York, waiting for unsuspecting girls like me to find them. My attention shifts as his hands approach my body, one wrapping around my back headed to my bra, and the other headed to my hair. 

“I love your hair,” he murmurs as he grabs a handful and tilts my face up to receive his incoming lips. I gasp as our lips meet and he uses the opportunity to invade my mouth. Nibbling my bottom lip and licking it afterward. Artfully tangoing with my tongue. 

I moan as I feel his other hand travel up my back to work the closure of my strapless bra that quickly gives way and falls to the floor. 

He pulls away and looks down at my breasts with hooded eyes, using his fingers to trace circles around my n*****s in a way that makes me arch into his hand.

“More.”

He pushes me down onto the bed, devouring one breast while massaging the other. My sensitive n*****s are hard under the attention and I pull his head closer wanting more of this pleasure. 

His leg is between my thighs resting against my p***y and I can't help but move against him. 

“I’m so wet. Please. More.”