The urge to kiss Claire is too damn tempting.

I can’t resist.

Sliding my fingers down her arm, I turn her body into mine. The dress has a deep V that runs the same length down the front and back—sexy and sinful. She looks fucking incredible.

It’s a paradox. I want to stare at her beautiful body in this gorgeous dress, and at the same time I want to shred that fucking thing to pieces to get to her sweet little pussy.

Coming here tonight was a mistake, but I’ve lived a life full of them. What’s one more?

I can’t change who I am. I do things I shouldn’t to get what I want. I need to leave before this goes too far, but I need one kiss. One fucking taste of her lips. The temptation is too great.

Claire looks up at me, and I dip my head down ready to claim her mouth. She smells of cherries and vanilla. Sugary sweet and pure temptation. I stroke her cheek with one finger, moving it along her jawline and down her slender throat, taking my time.

No need to rush perfection. She’s meant to be experienced, not devoured. I look over and catch our reflection in the mirror. Her head reaches the top of my chest as she pushes up on her tiptoes and places a hand on my shoulder.

I love how short and petite she is. I could do unspeakable things to her in all kinds of positions. She’s already the perfect height to kneel in front of me.

“This dress—” I trace a finger down her ribs to the top of her hip. “This dress is trouble.”

She smiles.

A strong smell of coffee comes from the kitchen, but she doesn’t budge.

“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear and close the distance between our lips. I press my mouth to hers and Claire surrenders to me completely.

Fuck, she’s so submissive. Even in a kiss I can tell that about her, the way she opens up immediately, doesn’t fight for control.

A soft moan leaves her throat as I continue to dominate her mouth. Slipping my hand inside the dress, I cup one of her breasts. Not too big and not too small—just fucking perfect and natural.

There is nothing better than the feel of a real woman. I’m not a fan of fake tits and other kinds of implants and shit. I want to feel her the way she was made.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, breaking the moment.

“I should get this.”

“Yeah, I need, umm—coffee.”

Pulling my phone from my pocket, the notification is nothing that can’t wait. I should make up an excuse to leave and end this but now that I’ve had a taste I need more. So much more.

I want that dress on the floor.

I’m not naïve. I understand my own brain very well. I know exactly what I came here for, and it wasn’t to pick up my credit card. I want to fuck Claire and get this little fantasy out of my system. It’s a terrible idea.

“I need to go.”

“Oh, okay.” She walks around the corner. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Here’s your card.”

I can’t help but notice she stares at the ground and looks sad that I’m leaving. That makes me smile on the inside.

I take the card and leave without another word. As I walk down the stairs I pass that pussy ex-boyfriend of hers, Brian. I forgot he lives in the same building. That’s going to be a problem.

I want to slam him against the wall and dare him to knock on her door, but I don’t. Instead, I give him a smug grin that says I just fucked the shit out of her.

Then I hide around the corner and wait until I’m sure he didn’t go to her place. I give a thank you nod to the sky, because I don’t know what I would’ve done if he did. It wouldn’t have been pretty.

She works for me now. She’s mine.

* * *

When I get to my apartment, I go straight to the bar for a drink.

I can’t stop thinking about that piece of shit being in the same vicinity as her. What if he left his apartment when I was gone and went over to her place?

I down a rocks glass and fill it up again, then take the new drink upstairs with me. When I walk into my room I can’t stop picturing Claire on my bed earlier. I walk by and run my fingers over the sheets where she fucked her hand. I set my whiskey down on the night stand then crawl over to right where she was.

I press my face into the sheets, and I can still smell her hot cunt on them. My cock aches, it’s so fucking hard. I stick my tongue out and press it to the sheets, just to try and taste her for even a microsecond.

I wish she were here now spreading her legs for me.

Fuck, smelling and tasting her is so intoxicating.

Regret stings in the walls of my chest. I should have stayed and fucked her brains out. Let Brian hear the truth through her screams on the other side of the walls. Let her whole fucking apartment complex know. She’s mine.

Well, she should be. If I didn’t respect Jaxson she’d already have that snug pussy wrapped around my dick.

My phone buzzes from my pocket again.

My friend Jacob is at the club tonight. Has a new pet he wants to show off.

I fire off a text that I will be there.

I need to shower, but I have something else to do first—relieve the hard cock tenting my pants. I bunch up the sheets that still smell like Claire’s aroused pussy, and I wrap them around my cock and fuck my hand until I come all over them. For some reason I imagine blowing inside her, and I get off in seconds.

Seconds!

How is that even possible, and why do I want to come inside her so bad? Why do I want to mark her as mine and growl at anyone that looks at her?

I’ve never been jealous in my life, and right now I want to go yank her out of that shitty apartment, move her in our building, and fuck a hundred orgasms out of her.

Christ, what’s this woman doing to me? Yeah, I need to go to the club. Get some shit out of my system.

* * *

The club used to be a hotel. Now it’s a place for people like myself with desires and urges that can’t always be met by one partner.

I sign in at the front desk and head to the bar to see who’s here.

I spot Jacob immediately with a busty blonde sitting at the bar.

“Maxwell.” He shoots me a grin and introduces me to his new sub in training.

She’s beautiful and exactly his type. I’ve never seen Jacob without a skinny blonde with huge, fake tits. But, she’s the exact opposite of what I enjoy—usually.

“She has a friend, you know?” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Not interested. Thanks, though.” I nod to the bartender for my usual and look around the room.

Sandra is here. She was my first sub in Dallas. We parted ways a few years ago when we both realized our relationship was holding us back. We’re still good friends, but I don’t know if I want to introduce her to Claire right away. I’m conflicted. I think Claire would love it here, but I just don’t know. Some people have a hard time wrapping their mind around a place like this.

I wink at Sandra when she waves.

“Maxwell.” She kisses me on the cheek when she walks up.

“You attached tonight?”

Her eyebrows rise. “What?”

“I need a friend to talk to.”

“Oh. Okay, let’s go.”

I smile at Jacob and follow Sandra upstairs.

* * *

“Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”

I shake my head. “I can’t get her off my mind. You don’t understand.”

“There is only one cure for that.” She folds her arms across her chest and stares. “You’ll fuck her and ruin her. You and I both know this is a terrible idea. If you bring her here are you ready to see her with another man? If she’s here unclaimed she’ll be fair game.”

I sigh. She doesn’t have to remind me of the rules.