Passion in the Night

THEN (1)

Ten months ago...

The woman beneath me radiated heat and moisture. Each moan that escaped her lips, each gasp that accompanied my deep thrusts, sent an electrifying shiver down my spine.

Finding myself gazing into the irresistible eyes of the captivating blonde was not what I had anticipated when I joined my cousin for drinks at one of his upscale clubs. I wasn't one to pick up women frequently, and when I did, I rarely took them home.

Well, not exactly home. To a hotel that I owned.

A few hours earlier, I reluctantly stepped into the chaotic atmosphere of a nightclub. Instantly, my skin prickled with discomfort, and I fought the urge to turn around and seek solace in my sanctuary. But before I could retreat, my cousin Alan's arm descended upon my shoulder, effectively halting my escape.

"Don't even think about it, cousin," Alan said, guiding me through the crowd and the sea of gyrating bodies.

The music pounded loudly as we bypassed the speakers, causing my head to throb in rhythm.

"This isn't necessary," I protested as we approached a velvet rope guarded by a bouncer at the foot of a staircase.

"Good evening, Omar!" Alan greeted the guard with a cheerful smile.

The guard reciprocated the smile. "Evening, Mr. de Loughrey," he replied, unhooking the rope and stepping aside. "Have a good time."

"That's the plan," Alan called back as we ascended the stairs to the VIP section.

After a grueling week of challenges, all I desired was to sink into my bed and remain motionless for a few hours. However, as usual, my desires were never taken into consideration.

"Relax. We're here to enjoy the evening and perhaps the company of a lady or two. Maybe even three if we're lucky."

Club-goers of that nature were not my cup of tea, but that didn't mean I couldn't appreciate the view.

We entered the private area adorned with couches and a table concealed by thick, opulent curtains. Shortly after, a scantily clad waitress entered and took our order.

"Would you just relax?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Says the snake."

"To the lion. If anyone is devouring someone here, it's you."

I exhaled sharply and ran my hands over my stubble.

"We should be celebrating."

"It's been six months," I argued.

He rolled his eyes. "Six months since you became CEO, and you haven't celebrated that accomplishment even once."

"It's hard to celebrate something I knew was always going to be mine."

"It's still an accomplishment. You didn't earn it solely because you're the firstborn. You worked your ass off to rise to the top."

He was right. From a young age, I had been ingrained with the notion that I needed to be the best, that only the best could carry the de Loughrey legacy into the future. If I failed to ascend, the mantle would have been passed to someone worthy.

The music beckoned me to the balcony railing, and I surveyed the crowd, observing the pulsating lights synchronized with the booming bass from the speakers. It was too loud for my taste, but Alan was correct—I needed to celebrate.

For years, I had sacrificed everything to climb to the pinnacle—so much so that the company had become my life. Every minute of every day was consumed by thoughts of our nearly two-century-old family business. We had emerged unscathed from the battles of the Industrial Revolution, survived the Great Depression, and thrived in the Technological Age.

"Are those gray hairs I see amidst all that dark blond?" Alan remarked, forcing me to acknowledge his proximity.

I narrowed my gaze as I turned toward him. His gray eyes sparkled mischievously, mirroring those of my younger brother, Hamilton. The same eyes as my father, uncle, and grandfather.

The eyes of a predator.

An intriguing observation.

My own eyes were blue, akin to my mother's—warm enough to draw others in, yet cool enough to give them pause. They exuded a calculated aura that could intimidate even the most resilient individuals.

"No more than the ones sprouting in your dark locks. You need a haircut."

Alan ran his hand through his hair, which was long overdue for a trim. "All the better to be grabbed and tugged on when I'm between a woman's thighs."

A notion he wasn't entirely mistaken about. My scalp tingled with desire at the mere thought.

"I bet we could find something beautiful to cap off your evening."

"It would be easier to simply call Bridget or Antonia." Those two women were frequently enlisted as event dates or for nights when I needed relief.

"Where's the fun and excitement in that? The thrill of pursuing an agile, youthful woman to warm your manhood?"

Regrettably, his description alone awakened a craving for everything he depicted.

"Where do you find the energy?"

"For starters, my mind isn't constantly preoccupied with the company. Secondly, I don't exhaust all my excess energy at the gym. And thirdly, I relish the chase. A hungry manhood will do whatever it takes to plunge into the wet warmth of a tight young woman."

"You're starting to sound like Hamilton," I remarked.

He shrugged. "I'm not as... virile as he is. My appetite is more refined, and I don't pursue it every week. Besides, the brainless bimbos he usually beds hold little appeal for me. I prefer the chase."

"I'm here to relax."

"And nothing is more relaxing than being pleasured by a woman's mouth up here while hundreds of bodies dance mere feet below."

"I'll take that into consideration."

He sighed and leaned against the railing.

"If you don't want to put in the effort, just reveal your identity. Women have flocked to me, desperate to get a taste after hearing my last name. Everyone knows the de Loughrey name. We're an American icon, for fuck's sake."

Before I could formulate a response, the waitress arrived with our drinks, and I gladly took a few strong sips of the amber liquid.

As I did so, my attention was caught by a woman with short, blonde hair stepping off the dance floor and making her way towards the bar. She seemed out of place, which intrigued me. While most women sported tight, revealing attire that accentuated their curves, her dress billowed behind her like something more suitable for a garden party than a night out.

THEN (2)

Her pale skin glowed against the deep navy fabric of her dress, while something white danced across it, breaking up the monotony. As she made her way through the bar, not a single person followed her. I watched her from my conversation with Alan, periodically glancing her way, but no one approached her.

After finishing my drink, I looked back to find her still sitting alone. Alan's stories of adventure and the effects of the alcohol had my mind spinning. 

"I'm going to get another drink," I announced, standing up.

Alan furrowed his brow. "Cindy will be back soon."

I cleared my throat, determined to go. "It's fine."

He shook his head. "The bar is a mess. I wouldn't."

"I'll be back," I stated, not waiting for a response as I pushed through the heavy curtains and ventured down the dimly lit hallway.

As I descended the stairs, my heart thumped oddly in my chest. I caught a closer look at her and noticed she was sipping on a clear glass of something. Gin and tonic, perhaps?

There was something about her that stood out, more than just her ethereal beauty. She was dressed elegantly for the evening, her conservative outfit contrasting with the other women in the bar. Her loose skirt hit mid-thigh, and she seemed unaffected by the alcohol. Her attention was fixated on the wall behind the bartender, and my curiosity intensified, desperate to know what was on her mind.

"What's the celebration?" I leaned in and asked, unable to resist.

Startled, she jumped and turned towards me, wide brown eyes meeting mine. Despite her short hair, her features were captivating. High cheekbones, large eyes, flawless skin, and perfectly pink, kissable lips adorned her oval face.

"Forgive me. I didn't mean to startle you," I said, trying to ease the tension.

She blinked and smiled, shaking her head. "No, I'm sorry. I was lost in thought. What was the question?"

"What are you celebrating?" I repeated.

She sighed, attempting a smile. "It's my birthday."

Confused by her downcast expression, I furrowed my brow. "Why do you look so unhappy about that?"

Her gaze dropped to the glass in her hand. "Honestly, I'm questioning why I'm even here."

I scanned the room, noticing how she seemed detached from the crowd. "Please don't tell me you're here alone."

Avoiding my gaze, she swallowed and replied, "Everyone was busy."

Something about her drew me in closer, compelling me to not leave her alone. She was like a sea nymph, sitting on her rock all by herself. Extending my hand, I offered, "Come with me."

Surprised, she looked down at my outstretched hand. "What?"

Chuckling, I said, "I have a table. Let us help you celebrate."

She shook her head, hesitant. "Thanks, but I think I'll just go home."

"I insist." I caught the bartender's attention and called him over.

"Yes, sir. What can I do for you?" he asked, attentive.

"Send her drink up, along with a bourbon, neat," I instructed, ignoring her protest.

"Yes, sir." The bartender took her drink, despite her resistance.

"And whatever her tab is, take care of it," I added.

"Yes, sir."

Confusion filled her eyes as she questioned, "What are you doing?"

Clearing my throat, I glanced at my hand. With a huff, she finally took it, and I reveled in the warmth of her touch as she slid off her stool, clutching her purse. Once she stood, I guided her hand into the crook of my arm and led her away. As we reached the staircase, the music faded, and the bodyguard standing there nodded, allowing us to ascend.

"What's your name?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Claire," she replied.

"Claire, that's a beautiful name. Mine is Reed."

"Where are we going? The tables are down there." She pointed back, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Wanting to put her at ease, I smiled warmly, a rare sight for me. "To the VIP section."

Her lips parted, eyes widening. We climbed the stairs and entered a dimly lit walkway, lined with thick curtains on one side. When we reached the middle, I pulled the curtains apart and ushered her through.

Alan's gaze widened as he saw Claire entering the private space. 

"What's this?" he asked, a grin forming on his face. His eyes sparkled with a glint of mischief, as if saying, "I told you so."

"Claire," she introduced herself, extending her hand. Alan, ever the charmer, took her hand and kissed the top.

"What did I do to be graced with such beauty?" he flirted.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Does that line actually work?"

I burst out laughing, surprising both of them. "I told you, your lines are too much. And here I am, proven right."

"What did he say to get you up here?" Alan asked her, glaring at me. "And my lines never fail to warm my bed every night."

"He didn't say much, just asked me to follow him," Claire explained.

"So direct, Reed. It's shocking," Alan commented, leaning in closer.

Narrowing my gaze, I sipped on the drink the waitress had set down. "I find being direct works."

Alan turned to Claire, curiosity evident in his voice. "Does flattery not work on you? Reed here is often called insensitive by women, and I'm curious about your thoughts."

"It wasn't really the words, but I also don't understand why I'm being compared to him. Yes, he convinced me to come with him, but that doesn't make me his," she responded.

Alan leaned in even closer. "Does that mean you'd be mine for the night?"

Without hesitation, she replied, "No."

I smirked at her lack of interest in Alan's advances. She wasn't falling for his charm.

"Why not?" Alan pressed.

"You're shady as hell," Claire stated bluntly.

Laughter bubbled out of me once again. What was happening to me? Alan looked at me, confusion evident in his wide-eyed stare.

"He has laughed twice now. I think you'll have to take him back down and come back with the real Reed. But before that, why such a harsh comparison?" Alan's wounded pride was on full display.

THEN (3)

"It's all about your demeanor. The energy you emit," I explained.

Alan looked both offended and amused. As the notorious wicked king, it intrigued me that he had even a hint of trust for me.

"She has good instincts. Those lethal lawyers can be sketchy as hell," Alan defended her.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Let's not forget how you've used that shadiness to your advantage more than once."

I raised my glass in acknowledgment. "True. But we're not discussing a business venture here, but the company of a woman."

"What are you boys doing up here all alone?" she interrupted, putting an end to our argument.

Alan leaned back. "Trying to unwind after a tough week."

I scoffed. While Alan was usually reserved and ruthless, there was a playful side to him. He was more social than me, but I could see the darkness lurking beneath his facade, even if it was just a flicker.

"What do you do, Claire?" I asked, genuinely interested in the enigmatic woman beside me.

"For now, I'm a waitress."

I had hoped she would have a more intriguing profession that could explain her allure. Still, her answer didn't dampen my curiosity.

"For now?" Alan questioned, raising an eyebrow.

She nodded. "I have a degree in biology and briefly worked in pharmaceutical sales, but it didn't work out. I just haven't found my true calling yet."

Now that was interesting. At least she was intelligent.

"And what about you?" she turned to me, her gaze sparking a current between us that I hadn't noticed before. I relished in the simmering heat.

I glanced at Alan, then forced a strained smile. I didn't want to reveal my occupation. It would ruin the atmosphere. I was genuinely enjoying our time together.

"I joined the family business. It's pretty mundane stuff."

"You didn't have a choice?" she inquired.

My jaw clenched. "Not really."

"From the moment he was born, his future was already decided," Alan chimed in, covering up the truth and shifting her attention elsewhere.

"And what about you? Lawyer, right?" she asked Alan.

Alan grinned. "Corporate lawyer."

While his response wasn't entirely false, he conveniently omitted that it was the family company.

"So, is that better or worse than being an ambulance chaser?" she teased.

Another laugh escaped me. What had gotten into me? I wasn't one to show enjoyment. There was something about this woman that was bringing out a different side of me.

Despite her words, she was mine, at least for the night.

The alcohol warmed me, but not as much as the man who I had been inching closer to over the past hour. Despite our rocky start, I was thoroughly enjoying myself with these two stunning strangers in the exclusive VIP booth at Angelino.

This was one of the hottest clubs in the city, and I had only come because of my friend Luna's invitation. She had canceled on me last minute, but using her name had allowed me to bypass the long line of hopeful club-goers.

I had almost decided to leave early when Reed appeared beside me. His piercing blue eyes captured my attention, his voice filled with a hint of tension, and those were just the first things I noticed about him.

There was a light dusting of stubble accentuating his strong jawline, and his perfectly styled light brown - possibly dirty blond - hair matched his brows, which shadowed his intense gaze.

His lips.

Just the thought of his lips grazing my skin set my body aflame. I tore my gaze away, forcing myself to focus on the charcoal-colored suit that hugged his physique in all the right ways.

When I took his hand, I was pleasantly surprised by his height. Even at five-and-a-half feet tall, almost six-feet in heels, he still towered over me.

Two hours later, I was just as captivated by his eyes, lips, and body as I had been when I first laid eyes on him. His voice sent shivers down my spine from the very beginning. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I had even removed my thong and tucked it into my dress pocket, seeking relief from the damp sensation.

As I pushed through the heavy curtain, I was greeted by Reed's warm smile.

"You didn't run away," he remarked.

I arched an eyebrow at him. "Is that code for 'I should have left'?"

He stood and approached me as I leaned against the railing. Alan had vanished while I was gone, leaving us alone with the crackling attraction that pulled us closer.

I swallowed hard, trying to suppress the lustful thoughts swirling in my mind about this gorgeous man.

My hips swayed to the beat as I let myself go, losing myself in the music. A gasp escaped me as a surge of electricity coursed through my body, causing me to slow my movements.

Reed pressed his strong chest against my back, his arms on either side of me, trapping me against the railing. The warmth of his body clouded my mind. His breath, hot against my neck, followed by the gentle brush of his lips and stubble, had me pushing back into him.

THEN (4)

"I don't usually do this, but I have a hotel room just a few blocks away. I don't want this evening to end," he whispered in my ear, his voice low and gravelly, sending tingles down my spine.

Every word he spoke carried an air of power and confidence.

I had never engaged in a one-night stand before, but the undeniable chemistry between us made me believe that was about to change.

"It would be a first for me," I replied, tilting my head back against him.

He let out a low groan and gently nipped at my neck, sending a delightful shock through me.

"Is that a yes?" he murmured, pressing his hips against mine, his hardness making its presence known.

I moved my hips, grinding against him for a moment before turning to face him. His eyes were dark, his lips tantalizingly close. Craning my neck, I playfully bit his bottom lip, then soothed it with my tongue, relishing the way his gaze intensified.

"Yes," I breathed.

He grabbed my jaw, holding me in place as his lips crashed onto mine. "Let's go."

Just as we were leaving, Alan walked in, surprise transforming into a knowing smirk.

"Have a good night," he said, winking.

"Good night. Thanks for the fun," I called out as Reed pulled me away, down the hallway.

Reed's demeanor was almost frantic as he pushed through the crowd, but once we reached the street outside, he visibly relaxed.

"I didn't want to lose you," he confessed, slowing down to a more manageable pace.

His grip on my hand tightened as we walked a few blocks to Le Magnifique, a luxurious five-star hotel that I could only dream of staying in.

His touch was forceful, desperate even, igniting a fire inside me with each movement. He couldn't seem to let go of my hand. And the farther we walked, the tighter he held onto me. Was he afraid I would change my mind? As if there was even a choice.

I had never felt such an intense attraction to anyone before. Nor had I ever been so desperate to feel someone's lips and body against mine.

Somehow, we managed to restrain ourselves in the elevator, but the moment we stepped inside the room, he pushed me against the wall, his lips crashing onto mine. The fire that had ignited when our eyes met exploded into an inferno, coursing through my veins.

He gripped my jaw tightly, his thumb and fingers digging in as he devoured my mouth, his other hand tangling in my hair, as if trying to possess me.

His tongue sent spiraling shocks through me, and I was completely captivated by him, too consumed to notice his fingers tugging at the tie on the back of my dress until it slipped down, pooling around my hips.

With a gentle pull at the zipper, my dress fell to the floor.

"No panties?" he growled.

"I lost them."

"Lost them?"

"Yes. They were wet from being so close to you."

A groan escaped him, and the intensity radiating from him increased. "Tell me why."

My fingers tensed against his chest, and I bit my bottom lip. "Because every word that comes out of your mouth goes straight to my core."

A smug smile curled his lips.

"It seems like you've lost all of your clothing," he remarked, his gaze traveling down my body, sending a wave of heat across my skin.

"That's your fault, isn't it? I think you wanted to see me naked."

His hand slipped between my thighs, and I gasped as his fingers glided against my sensitive nub before plunging deep inside me. A high-pitched cry escaped my lips as pleasure surged through me.

"I think you might be right. Do you want to know what I know?" he asked, his eyes glazed with desire as his fingers moved in and out, expertly stimulating my most sensitive spots.

"W-what's that?"

He pried my mouth open, slipping his thumb inside, which I eagerly sucked on, eliciting a strained groan from him. "That you'll look exquisite when you come on my cock."

I reached forward, gripping his bulge, earning a low rumble from his chest and a more forceful thrust of his fingers.

Fuck, he was thick.

Tilting my head back, he scraped his teeth along the length of my neck, exerting complete control over me. And it felt so damn good.

"You know what would also look amazing?" I whispered, each breath growing higher in pitch as he propelled me closer to orgasm.

He kissed and nipped his way up to my earlobe before biting it gently. "What's that?"

I turned my head, drawing closer to his ear, his hand now resting lightly on my neck.

"My lips wrapped around your cock," I murmured, giving him a teasing squeeze. He groaned, biting down on my neck before abruptly removing his touch.

A whimper escaped me, but as I met his eyes, the predator staring back at me sent a surge of excitement through my veins.

"On your knees," he commanded, shedding his suit jacket and undoing his belt and slacks. By the time I knelt down on the marble floor, we were eye level. It had been a while since I had been this intimate with a man, but I couldn't recall ever feeling so intimidated before.

Anticipation coursed through my body, and I reached out. He was warm, heavy, and thick. Even with my fingers, I couldn't fully encircle his girth. My pussy clenched in anticipation of being filled by him, stretched to its limits.

I glanced up at his dark eyes, which watched me intently. He gripped my jaw once more before slipping his thumb into my mouth.

"Suck it, just like that," he growled before releasing me.

Leaning forward, I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, flicking the tip before enveloping the head with my lips. I slowly moved down, savoring every sigh and low moan that escaped him.

THEN (5)

"You're absolutely right. You look stunning, with your mouth occupied by my manhood," he remarked, his voice dripping with desire.

I released him and moved lower, circling my tongue around one of his testicles before drawing it into my mouth. A curse slipped through his clenched teeth as I repeated the action on the other side while continuing to pump his length. Then, I took as much of him as I could into my mouth, starting at the head.

"Damn, you're talented at that," he praised, pushing on the back of my head. I choked, unable to go as far as he desired.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he pulled me up to my feet. I gasped when he delivered a pleasurable yet painful slap to my clit before gripping my ass and stepping forward.

His fingers dug into my buttocks as he lifted me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

"You have an incredible ass. I can't wait to fuck you from behind and watch it bounce as you take my cock," he declared.

"Promises, promises," I replied, nipping at his neck. A growl emanated from his chest before he surprised me with a sting across my butt, urging me to follow him towards the bedroom.

With each step, I felt the hot tip of his cock tapping against me. A few more strides, and my stomach fluttered as we fell onto the bed. His lips crashed against mine, and I was lost in the overwhelming hunger with which he possessed me.

He pulled back, and I let out a whine, earning another tap on my clit. "You're a needy little nymph," he commented, undressing himself. First, he removed his tie, followed by his vest, dress shirt, and undershirt, until finally revealing his bare lower half.

The suit that had clung to him so perfectly concealed the body of a god beneath the luxurious fabrics. Lean, taut muscles, a strong, broad chest and shoulders, defined abs, and that heavenly V that made my groans escape involuntarily. The man was the epitome of male perfection.

As I reached down to take off my heels, his hand grasped mine, stopping me.

"Leave those on for now," he commanded, gripping my breast and teasing my nipple between his fingers. "Mmm, I love that sound."

He retreated momentarily to retrieve a condom from the bedside drawer and slipped it on. My thighs rubbed together as I bit my lip, captivated by the flawless specimen before me.

I scooted back up the bed as he closed in, his strong hands pushing my thighs open while he licked his lips, gazing down at my aroused pussy.

He smacked his cock against my clit, causing me to jump and grind my hips against him as he positioned himself.

"Here's one promise for you," he growled before thrusting his hips against mine. I lost all coherent thought as he entered me, stretching me in a way I had never experienced before. My eyes fluttered, and my mouth fell open as pleasure surged through me. His lips were at my ear, but I remained lost in the initial shock and bliss. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk when I'm done."

He set an unrelenting pace, causing my back to arch under his assault. His lips were like fire and sin, igniting desire within me as I burned under his touch.

"Reed," I whimpered, my head thrown back.

"You feel so damn good," he groaned, lavishing my neck with heated kisses, driving me further into ecstasy with each powerful thrust.

"Look at me," he growled, gripping my jaw to tilt my head where he desired.

I forced my eyes open, instantly captivated by the intensity of his gaze.

His guttural groans only intensified the grip I had around him. His thrusts became more aggressive, faster, and a scream tore from my lips as every muscle tensed and released.

"That's it, come for me," he snarled.

I barely registered the final forceful thrusts of his hips against mine, but I felt every twitch of his cock inside me.

His breath was heavy and harsh against my neck, matching the rhythm of my own.

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