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dirty, and Jesus, I don’t even know his name. This is totally fucking out of character for me but I can’t stop whatever is going on here. I look deep into his eyes and whisper, “Don’t stop.”
    His look intensifies and he wastes no time in taking what he wants, and in return, giving me what I want too. He pushes my G-string to the side and strokes up through my centre with his index finger before positioning himself there. He gives me just a second to change my mind before thrusting upwards as he lowers me down on to him. His mouth slams against mine as he pushes in to me as far as he can go, scraping my back against the cold stone wall. It’s fast and frantic and feels incredible. He’s strong enough to support my weight effortlessly while grinding his hips in frantic circles, making me delirious. Sensations fire off across my body as he hits just the right spot and bites on my lip at the same time. I cry out with pleasure, unable to hold in the powerful response as his movements speed up. “Fuck, I’m gonna come … shit,” he pants. I suck his tongue in to my mouth and he yells from deep in his throat as his release hits him. He drops his head against my shoulder and his breath comes fast and hard as his body shudders and twitches. And just like that, the moment is over. Real life comes screaming toward me like a tidal wave and I wriggle my legs to get him to let me go. Once I have both feet on the ground, I pull my dress back down. Shit. What have I done? Sordid sex with a stranger in a back alley? I turn to walk away and he grabs my elbow. I stop, but I can’t even look at him for fear of what I might see. I don’t know what more he wants from me.
    I let him fuck me. I can’t give him any more.
    I have a boyfriend. Fuck. Damien.
    “I … I have to go,” I mumble without looking back at him.
    “You … what? You’re just leaving? I don’t even know your name,” he calls out after me. But it’s too late. What the fuck have I done?

    I scrub my hands down my face and take a deep breath. What the hell just happened here? Is that it? No words. No name. Just a quick fuck at the fire exit of The Cabin, and that’s it? Hell, I don’t know what I expected but it certainly wasn’t that. I buckle my belt back up and try to look presentable again. My head’s far too twisted to make any sense of it all but I know that I have to talk to her. I have to try, I can’t just leave it at that, I don’t want to. I take the fire exit steps two at a time and jog in through the door that she left wide open in her haste. One of the doormen spots me as I enter and comes bundling toward me. “What are you doing out there, mate? Emergency only, these doors,” he grumbles. I mutter my apologies and make my way back in to the club. The heavy beat and the crowds of people make it impossible to concentrate. I scan the club, but I can’t see her from here. The VIP section that she’s always in is far more crowded now and it’s almost impossible to make anyone out from here. I try and compose myself as I make my way over to the boys who are where I left them at the bar, even though all I want to do is get out of here. I don’t know if she’s gone running back to that guy she’s always here with, or if she’s just run away. A modern day Cinderella that has left me with nothing but a memory instead of a glass slipper.
    “Thought you’d got lost, my man,” Marc says as he claps me on the back.
    “Uh … Nah. Just went out for a cig,” I reply distractedly. “Where’s Liz?” I ask in a panic, suddenly realising that as I scanned the club for the girl, I didn’t see Liz either.
    “Not sure,” Marc shrugs, “walked off with her friends in a huff after you embarrassed her.”
    “Shit, okay. That was a bit of a dick move, huh?”
    “Nah, just typical older brother behaviour I’d say. Wouldn’t know, personally, not having any brothers or sisters myself, but I understand how protective you feel of her. You