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drinking a few orgasms.
    “Yummy, is he a special order, Reese?” Lin asked.
    The lust in Lin’s voice made me pause for a moment, but the new message brought my attention back to the screen.
    G.SILVER: Are they better than my orgasms?
    SAM: I don’t know yet, do I?
    I bit my lip waiting for the new flash to pulse.
    The girls around me quieted, and someone poked my ribcage, “Holy crap he’s hot!”
    “Who?” I asked, waiting for the little light to blink.
    Cupid’s scent intensified, and I looked up.
    The girls all stared open mouthed. No one focused on the stage anymore, and how could I blame them? Gabe wore torn jeans and a lighter shade of the same grayish shirt he had sported a week ago. This one matched the bright shine of his eyes in the evening light.
    “Perhaps I should erase your doubt once and for all.” Gabe stepped in front of me.
    “You know him?” Lin said.
    I cleared my throat, feeling a bit lightheaded. “This is a friend of mine, Gabriel Silver.”
    “Are you going to perform for us, Mr. Silver?” Lin licked her lips as her eager hands wrapped around Gabe’s bicep.
    Gabe unwrapped her clinging fingers and kissed her hand the way a gentleman would.
    She sat down on the plush seat, fanning her face.
    “You don’t mind if I steel Samantha for a moment, do you? The next round is on me.” He pointed to the table littered with shot glasses.
    “Not at all.” Reese gently prodded my ribcage. “Steel away.”
    Gabe offered his arm. With all the glares and drooling mouths around me, it seemed I had no choice but to take it and go with him.
    “I’m sorry, Reese. I’ll be back soon.”
    “Take your time.” Lin said loudly.
    A satisfied grin stretched across Gabe’s face. None of my friends could doubt Gabe’s true intention.
    The lack of air, or perhaps the alcohol, spun the room in my head. I welcomed the support of his arm.
    As we walked away, I heard Lin’s comment. “No fucking way.”
    The rest of the girls giggled and shouted. Somebody yelled, “Way to score, Sam.”
    My cheeks burned.
    “Did you follow me here?” I asked.
    “No, it’s pure coincidence. I’m updating the club’s surveillance.”
    “And you’re taking a break now?” I tried to figure out where we were going, and tingles returned to my lower half.
    “I’m my own boss, Samantha.”
    “This way, Mr. Silver.” A nearly naked maître d’ opened a door into a darkened room. Butterflies flapped inside my stomach. The decor had a similar feel to the VIP area the girls were screaming from, except for the four walls, and a closed door.
    “I’m being rude to my friends.” The slight tremble in my voice tickled my throat. Gabe spun me around and pinned me against the velvety wallpaper as he collided with my body.
    I inhaled sharply.
    He tightened his hands on my wrists and lifted them above my head, his mouth lingering delightfully close. The sounds from the outside faded. I could only hear his heavy breathing, and feel his chest rising up and down in slow motion.
    With my hands stretched above my head, my dress rose up my thighs, its fabric smooth against my skin. He leaned in, whispering, “I’m sure your friends will understand.”
    I’d already forgotten what I objected to. My legs trembled, and Gabe pressed his body harder to mine, his stiff arousal grinding against my tummy. His warmth enveloped me, soothing the shakes, melting all my jitters away.
    “As I recall, I need to prove the quality of my orgasms.”
    Gabe’s musky scent watered my mouth.
    “I...I just had an orgasm.”
    What was happening to me? Why was nothing else, except the burning desire inside me, important?
    “Shots don’t matter. Do you want to come, Samantha?” His lips vibrated against mine.
    I opened my mouth to speak, but then shut it.
    “Say it. Tell me you what you want.” His mouth skimmed my lips, hovering just enough to tickle them.
    “I want to come.”
    He restrained both my wrists with his left hand, still high