Chapter 6

The air in the private viewing room was thick, heavy with the scent of expensive champagne, melted wax, and the musk of my own arousal. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the marina was a kaleidoscope of light. Yachts bobbed gently on the dark water, their decks swaying with revelers who looked like tiny, dancing ants from our vantage point. Fireworks burst overhead, silent in our soundproofed sanctuary, painting the ceiling in flashes of gold and crimson. But I wasn’t looking at the sky. I wasn’t looking at the boats. My entire world had narrowed down to the man standing before me, his silhouette sharp against the glittering backdrop, his eyes dark with a hunger that had been building all night. I was on my knees on the plush velvet rug, my dress hiked up around my waist, the silk bunching under my thighs. The cool air kissed my bare skin, but the heat radiating from him was enough to make my skin prickle. He had undressed me slowly, methodically, peeling away the layers like a gift unwrapped on Christmas morning. Now, just his jeans and boxers remained, the fabric straining against the thick, heavy length of his cock. It twitched as