Another soft slap hit my ass and then he put himself away. He turned me around and kissed me on the lips one last time. I poured myself into it, wanting him to feel what I felt, wanting him to know that I wanted him right then, wishing he would just give me what we both wanted, but he pulled away. Within seconds, I heard the clicking of the balcony door and I knew I was alone. I had come, twice, and Luke had gone.

I undid the tie and quickly got dressed. My hair was rustled, and without even looking at myself, I knew that I wore the just been fucked look and I'd have to go downstairs and mingle with strangers.

The clock dinged, and I knew it was midnight.

I searched the balcony and couldn't find my panties. Oh well.

All I wanted to do was find Luke's room, lay in his bed naked, and wait to give him the same sweet orgasmic pleasure that I received.

Tonight, I wanted to lose my virginity.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness, so the bright lights beaming from the chandeliers almost blinded me. I fixed the mask on my face and tried to pin my hair how I had done it earlier, but it didn't work. A simple messy side swoop would have to work. Or how Jesse put it, J.B.F hair.

Flushed and fully satisfied, I could feel wetness between my legs. I smiled as I replayed the events and squeezed my thighs together. Luke surprised me.

I didn't know he had it in him or that I really wanted him in me. I wanted him to fuck me until the sun came up, or until we both came, twice.

Slowly climbing down the stairs, trying not to lose my balance, I looked down and saw the room full of guests staring at me.

Holy fuck.

My social anxiety kicked into overdrive, and all I could do was smile nervously at the crowd.

Luke pulled me close to him, and told everyone, "This is the girl who inspired this painting. I owe its beauty to her."

I looked over and saw a large painting of a woman sitting on the railing with her head tilted against the wooden beam, looking sweet and pretty.

Redness covered my face as I remembered that exact moment in Texas on the porch. He had made my body look perfect in every way, from the slight curves of my legs to the birthmark on my right thigh. This, I realized, was really how Luke saw me that night, the night that we almost kissed on the porch.

Innocence, happiness, and pure love reflected in the soft hues of the moonbeams in the background. He added pastel-colored flowers to my hair. I was amazed at the detail of my eyelashes on my cheeks, and the strands of hair that danced in the breeze.

"It's beautiful," I whispered to him, and he grabbed my hand.

"You're beautiful."

Warm fuzzies burst inside of me.

The pleasure he gave me, the paintings, the warmth in his face and touch. An explosion of emotions for him filled me. Every detail uncovered a piece of Luke's puzzle, one that I wanted to put together.

I squeezed his hand back and leaned into him, and the crowd burst into applause. We looked like a normal, happy couple enjoying each other's company. Not a call girl and a man who just gave me the most intensive orgasm, ahem, orgasms of my life.

The people in the room didn't know about The Elite. They were men and women from Luke's business life, from the art world. A world I wanted to become a part of.

The night didn't end with a literal bang, but once it was over, Luke walked me to the door, and leaned against the frame.

"I thought we would, you know…" I whispered to him.

"Why rush, Jennifer? I want to experience us in Paris."

I gave him my best pouty lips.

He chuckled. "You're such a sex kitten."

I grabbed his chin and kissed him on the cheek, remembering how it felt to have his mouth on mine, and how he played with me on the balcony.

"Goodnight," he said, and then kissed me on the cheek.

As I walked away, he said, "Paris soon, babe."

Charlie opened the limo door, and I slid inside with the biggest smile on my face that instantly turned into a scowl.

"Did you have a good time tonight?" Finn sat with his arms crossed in the corner of the limo.

"I didn't know you were here. Where have you been all night?"

"With a lady friend, for a little while, and making business deals. And… you?"

He lifted an eyebrow, and I smiled at the thought of Luke on the balcony and the orgasms. The sweet, sensual, double orgasms.

"Around," I said.

"Really? I didn't really see you all night."

"What is this, Finn? Fifty fucking questions? Double jeopardy? What are you getting at?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Why are you on the defense? It's my job to ask where my Girls are at parties. We have rules we must follow, Jennifer. I'm not a micromanager, but I'm always around."

"Oh, wasn't aware the boss was actually in, considering he hasn't talked to me in almost a week."

I removed the mask from my face and set it to the side. Finnley did the same.

"So tonight, I learned a few things," he continued.

I hoped this limo ride would end soon.

"Like?"

"What it really means to pleasure a woman."

The thought of Finn having sex with someone else, someone that wasn't me, made me sick. I wanted to forget about the feelings he forged within me. I wanted to pretend like I didn't care about his rendezvous, or the women that would simply drop to their knees and suck him off if he asked them to, or even the countless dates he had since I was marked as Taken.

But the truth was, I did care.

And it bothered me.

"Had a good fuck, I assume?" I said as sarcastically as possible.

"Almost. She's such a whore. She begged me to fuck her, but I decided that I didn't feel like fucking tonight. I'm changing my old ways. No more random bangs just for fun. Just meaningful ones, yeah?"

I rolled my eyes at him. Jealousy burned within me.

"I like a thick ass, small waist, and a pretty face. I'm not a complete dick, but I do have standards. But she wanted it," he paused, and then continued, "In retrospect, I should have fucked her crazy."

"Sometimes you can be such an ass."

He continued as if I didn't say a thing, "I wanted to fuck. She wanted me inside of her. I should have given in and put it in. But, I didn't. Aren't you proud?"

"Oh yeahhh," I said.

"I'm sorry. So where did you say you were tonight?"

I rolled my eyes at him, and he scooted closer to me.

"I'm asking you a question, Jennifer, and I demand you answer."

"Okay, sir," I said between gritted teeth, and then continued. "I walked around Luke's house, admired his paintings, and met him on the balcony, and then admired his artwork a bit more, and here I am, where you, sir, are stealing every ounce of my happiness."

It happened too fast. Finnley was on top of me, straddling my body, and I tried to push him away. I didn't need this again, or want it. I had to stop before I was too far into his wild games.

"I've told you. You are not to call me sir anymore. I've revoked that privilege."

"Get off of me, Mr. Felton. I don't want to do this anymore."

He grabbed my face. "I don't give a shit what you want, Jennifer. You say one thing, but your body says another. Do you think I'm fucking stupid? Do you think I'm a fucking idiot?"

Finn pulled the black panties from his suit pocket and sniffed them, and then tucked them back.

My heart dropped, and I felt sick.