“As much as I’d love to stay in…”

Preston pulled her flush against him and dragged her into the apartment. She couldn’t even protest as his lips landed on hers, hot and heavy and full of a thousand promises. Her eyes fluttered closed as she succumbed to the heat traveling through her body. She grabbed the front of his button-up and bunched the material in her hands. She wanted nothing more than to rip his shirt off his body.

He toed the door closed behind them and her eyes popped open. His hands were already underneath her shirt, running over her stomach and up to her bra. She ground her body against him. She could feel him growing harder. Her own body was pulsing in time to each demanding kiss.

Preston was aggressive and on fire tonight. A blush bloomed on her skin, and when he pushed her against the door, her mind returned to that night backstage, causing her lower body to throb at the memory, at what he could be doing to her right now.

“We’re going to be late,” she breathed as he laid kisses down her neck and rocked his dick against her.

“Then, we’ll be quick,” he growled.

His hands grabbed her ass, hoisting her legs up and around his waist.

“Oh God,” she cried. She could feel him very easily through her shorts.

He lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the wooden dining table. He didn’t even bother with walking all the way to the bedroom. His eyes showed that he couldn’t wait. Clearing some of the papers off the table, he laid her backward and then unceremoniously wrenched her shorts down to her feet.

He undid the button and zipper on his jeans with a flick of his fingers. His pants dropped to the floor. His hand went into his boxers, and he pulled his dick free. She groaned at the sight of him. Her lower half was already wet when he pressed against her opening. Throwing her head back, she bit her lip at how amazing he felt.

“Mmm,” he groaned. “I want to take my time with you.”

He pushed in an inch deeper. She moaned and clenched her hands into fists.

“D-don’t,” she pleaded.

“Don’t take my time?” he asked, teasingly sliding the tip in and out of her.

“Please no.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

She begged him to do with her eyes.

“We don’t have a lot of time. You’re going to have to tell me what you want.” His eyes were mischievous in the dim lighting.

“Oh God,” she said. Embarrassment flushed her skin, but she wasn’t about to deny him anything, not with where he was standing at the moment and how desperately she wanted him. “Fuck me, Preston.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He shoved all the way inside her without complaint, filling her to the hilt. She closed her eyes and moaned at the feel of him, not having enough cognizant thought at the time to wonder if anyone could hear her.

Preston pressed her legs farther apart and grabbed her hips for leverage. Then, without warning, he started pounding into her. There was nothing gentle in his touch, nothing tender in the way he slid in and out of her. This was nothing but straight violent fucking, and she was enjoying every minute of it.

She felt some pain, but it was so overwhelmed by the intense pleasure rocketing through her that she forgot all else.

Somehow, he picked up his pace. His thrusts were sharp and measured, driving her into a heated frenzy. He said it would have to be quick, and the way he was working her was clearly doing the job. She could already feel the friction pushing her to a climax.

Then, he moved one of his hands to her clit and started rubbing her in demanding slow circles. Her eyes flew back open, and she cried out. It was so much, almost too much. She couldn’t think. She could hardly breathe. Everything silenced all around her. She was going to come undone at any minute.

Preston grunted and slammed into her harder. “Come for me, Trihn. I’m so close.”

She shuddered, feeling her body release at his command. She had been so worked up and ready to go that the feel of him coming had sent her straight over the edge and into oblivion.

Her breaths came out in uneven spurts as she finally relaxed back against the table.

“Fuck,” he murmured.

“What you said.”

“Fuck,” he repeated.

She laughed. “We’re definitely going to be late.”

“So worth it.”

“Mmhmm,” she agreed.

They cleaned up and righted their mussed clothing as best as they could before exiting the apartment. Preston flagged down a cab, and Trihn gave the cabbie the address to Slipper. Fifteen minutes later, they were dropped off on the sidewalk outside the club.

While Preston paid, Trihn tried to get herself together again. She was now bubbling with energy after what had just happened. She didn’t care that they were late for the show. She found it hard to care about anything right now.

“Where have you taken me?” Preston asked.

He nuzzled her neck, and she giggled.

“Come on. I’ll show you,” she said.

She took his hand and walked him down the stairs, passing the sign with a shiny glass slipper on it. The girl at the door was dressed in a tiny dress that sparkled with thousands of tiny sequins. Her hair was pulled up into a blunt bob wig, and she had the most dramatic makeup on her face.

“There you are!” she said, fluttering her two-inch fake eyelashes at Trihn. “We thought you might have bailed on us.” Her eyes turned to Preston, and she licked her lips. “I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

Trihn chuckled. “Just running behind. How much did we miss?”

“Just the opening act. Just wait another minute, and I’ll get you two into seats…unless you want to share mine,” the girl purred.

She leaned toward Preston, and he shifted an inch closer to Trihn. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

“I think we’re okay. Thank you,” Trihn said.

They heard applause from the other side of the door, and the woman opened it for them. Once they stepped inside, they were transported into another world, a fairy tale. The club had taken over the two floors above it and created a large open room with a giant floor-level stage in the middle. Plush couches fit for royalty circled the stage. People dressed in mock court attire circulated the room, taking orders and offering drinks. It was magical.

“Right this way.”

Trihn and Preston followed the woman to an empty couch one row back from the stage. A man in a jester costume approached, and Preston ordered drinks for the both of them. He slid his arm around her shoulders, drawing her in closer.

“You brought me here when we could have stayed at home?” he asked. Confusion was evident in his voice.

“Just watch,” she said. She had to agree that, in that moment, she would much rather be at home, laid out on his dining room table. But she also wanted to share this with him…even if it seemed kind of meaningless now that they were there.

The lights dimmed, and a spotlight shone on a single woman in a white dress in the center of the room.

When she began to move, Preston’s eyes widened. “Wha—”

The music was soft and sensual but endearing, and it picked up speed with the girl’s fluid movements. Two other girls appeared, as if from thin air, mirroring the dance on the stage. They danced together and apart. Their bodies slid against each other, morphing into one, and then pulled back to reveal two men in their midst. They had the first girl between them, lifting her into the air. She did an aerial flip onto the ground, and the men joined in on the dance.

A cube trapeze contraption descended from the ceiling in the middle of the performance, and the two men lifted the girl again, tossing her into a flip before she caught the bar.

“This is…not ballet,” Preston breathed into her ear.

“No, it’s not.”

They watched, mesmerized, as the two guys performed acrobatic flips with the girl on the square a dozen feet above the ground. It was terrifying and beautiful and erotic.