Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241

SCARLETT

I took a deep breath and walked into The Beaumont Hotel and Suites, one of the most exclusive luxury hotels in the country, my heels clicking against the marble floors with a rhythm I had practiced a hundred times in front of my bedroom mirror.

I headed straight for the members only nightclub called Noir, showed my pass at the door, and was allowed inside without a second glance from the bouncer. Julian had made all the necessary arrangements, not forgetting to remind me that it had cost him a fortune to secure my entry, as if I needed the pressure of that number hanging over my head while I was on a seduction

mission.

I walked with all the composure and grace of a world renowned model, my hips swaying with deliberate precision, my shoulders pulled back so that the cut of my dress did exactly what it was designed to do. I checked the time on my phone. Nine pm exactly. I dropped the phone back into my bag and kept walking.

My red dress was short, sinful, hugging every curve I owned and showing off legs that went on for miles. My breasts were packed together by the fabric, but more than half of them were on full display, the deep neckline plunging so low that there was barely anything left to the imagination. I was already drawing stares from both men and women as I crossed the floor, but I kept my eyes fixed ahead, locked on the VIP booth at the far end of the room.

There was only one man there, sitting alone, a glass of wine in his hand.

I walked in.

He lifted his head from his glass and looked up at me. I swallowed hard, but I flashed him a smile, refusing to let him see the way my heart was hammering against my ribs like a caged bird. Our eyes met and I leaned forward, close enough that he could smell the perfume I had dabbed behind my ears and between my breasts.

“Mr. Dominic Ford,” I whispered. “I’m here to serve you.”

I bent down, picked up the open bottle of wine on the table, and refilled his glass while he watched me without saying a word. As

I lowered myself, the neckline of my dress fell forward, exposing my nipples completely, full and pink and already hardening from the air conditioning and the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

He bit his lip, staring down at me without a word, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths that told me he was enjoying the show.

I reached for his zipper and pulled it down, letting my dress slip lower as I moved, freeing both my breasts completely. They spilled out of the fabric, full and round and heavy, and his eyes settled on them immediately, tracing the curve of each one, the peaks of my nipples that were already taut and aching for attention. He bit his lip again and I knew I had him.

I pulled his cock out of his pants and I gasped. I had heard rumors, but nothing had prepared me for the reality of it. He was

thick, long, already fully hard, the shaft veined and heavy in my hand, the tip glistening with a bead of pre-cum that caught the dim light of the booth.

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