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Chapter 39
It’s New Year’s Eve, and Jack and I are going to bring in the new year with a bang. Literally.
We’re back at Naughty & Nice where we met. Tonight’s theme is Midnight Masquerade. The club is decked out in glittering black and gold decorations, with mysterious masked figures mingling throughout the dimly lit rooms.
Jack squeezes my hand as we make our way through the entrance, handing over our coats and donning ornate Venetian masks. The pulsing music and heady scent of perfume and desire wash over us. Writhing bodies cover every surface—the dance floor, the plush velvet couches, even suspended from intricate rope harnesses hanging from the ceiling.
We weave our way deeper into the club, past couples and groups engaged in various stages of debauchery. In one corner, a woman in a feathered mask writhes in ecstasy as two men pleasure her. On a nearby chaise lounge, a group of masked figures form a tangle of limbs and flesh.
We pause at the bar, where a bartender in nothing but a bow tie and mask serves up champagne in gleaming flutes. Jack orders two, handing me a glass with a wicked grin.
“To new adventures. To new fantasies,” he seductively says, clinking his glass against mine.
“To experiencing each and every one,” I add.
As we sip our champagne, Jack’s hand slides down my back, coming to rest on the curve of my ass. His touch ignites a familiar heat in my core. I brush my lips against his ear.
“What’s your fantasy for tonight?” I ask.
Jack’s eyes darken behind his mask. “I want to watch you.” He leans in and kisses my neck. “From outside your window.”
My pulse quickens at his words. Tonight feels different—charged with possibility.
“What’s your fantasy for tonight?” he asks.
“To be watched.”
We make our way across the room, weaving between gyrating bodies.
“It’s almost midnight,” I say with a smile. “Shall we toast to the new year?”
“To watching,” both Jack and I cheer at the same time.
The party has reached a fevered pitch. Bodies writhe on every surface, a tangle of flesh and desire. The air is thick with the scent of sex and champagne.
Jack presses against my back, his hands roaming my body. As the crowd begins to chant the countdown, we lose ourselves in a blur of hands and mouths and skin.
“Ten! Nine! Eight!”
His fingers find their way under my dress, teasing along my inner thigh.
“Seven! Six! Five!”
Jack’s lips trace a path down my neck, nipping at my collarbone.
“Four! Three! Two!”
I’m overwhelmed by sensation.
“One! Happy New Year!”
As cheers erupt around us, Jack spins me to face him, claiming my mouth in a searing kiss.
As the crowd erupts in cheers and confetti rains down, Jack and I remain locked in our passionate embrace. His hands roam my body possessively, igniting sparks of desire everywhere he touches. The music swells to a deafening volume, matching the pulsing of my heart.
When we finally break apart, breathless, I see a glint of mischief in Jack’s eyes behind his mask. He leans in close, his lips brushing my ear as he speaks. “I’m obsessed.”
“Good,” I say as I pull Jack closer, pressing my body against his. “Because I’m obsessed too. I want you,” I say in his ear. “Right here. Right now.”
He groans, his grip tightening. “Here? In front of everyone?”
I nod, feeling daring and uninhibited. “Let them see how much I want you.”
Without another word, Jack spins me around so my back is to his chest. His hand snakes under my dress, pushing my thong aside. I gasp as he slides two fingers inside me, finding me already wet and ready.
“So eager,” he growls, nipping at my earlobe. “Such a naughty girl.”
I brace myself against a nearby pillar as Jack works his fingers in and out of me. To anyone watching, it might look like we’re just dancing closely. But I know several pairs of eyes have turned our way, intrigued by our not-so-subtle activities.
Jack’s other hand comes up to cup my breast through my dress, pinching my nipple. The dual stimulation has me panting, my hips rocking back against him.
“Please,” I whimper. “I need more.”
In one swift motion, Jack withdraws his fingers and spins me to face him again. He lifts me easily, pressing me against the pillar as I wrap my legs around his waist. He fumbles effortlessly with his zipper, and then he’s pushing inside me in one long, delicious thrust.
I cry out, not caring who hears. Jack sets a punishing pace, driving into me again and again. The music and the crowd fade away until all I can focus on is the exquisite friction where our bodies join.
Through half-lidded eyes, I see we’ve drawn quite an audience. Masked figures watch us openly, some touching themselves or their partners as they observe our passionate display.
The knowledge that we’re being watched, that we’re the center of attention, pushes me closer to the edge. I cling to Jack’s shoulders, meeting him thrust for thrust.
My sweet fireman. My WinterWatcher. My stalker. My man—the one man who is willing to give me every fantasy and every dark secret I desire.
“That’s it,” he urges. “Let them see how beautiful you are when you come. Show them you’re mine. Let them watch.”
I’m on the cusp, but suddenly I know that I want something different tonight. Something that’s just for us. “Jack, wait,” I gasp. He slows his thrusts. “I only want you to see me. Just you.”
He spins me around and kisses me with a level of hunger I haven’t felt from him before. When I pull away I see Jack’s eyes blaze with intensity behind his mask. “Home. Now.”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
We hastily disentangle ourselves, adjusting our clothing as best we can. Jack grabs my hand and practically drags me through the writhing crowd toward the exit. The winter night air hits us like a shock as we burst out of the club.
“Taxi!” Jack yells, flagging down a passing cab. We tumble into the backseat, a tangle of limbs and lingering desire.
As soon as he gives the address, his mouth is on mine again, hot and demanding. His hands roam my body, reigniting the fire that had barely begun to cool. I moan into the kiss, my fingers threading through his hair.
“God, I want you,” he growls against my neck. “I can’t wait to get you home and watch you come undone.”
The ride seems interminable, but finally we screech to a halt outside my house. Jack throws some bills at the driver and we stumble out, feverish and touching like we can’t get enough.
When we get to my front door, he presses me against the wall, his thigh wedged between my legs. I grind shamelessly against him, desperate for friction.
“Patience,” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe. “I want you to go inside, get naked, and spread out on your bed.”
I fumble with my keys, my hands shaking with anticipation. As soon as I get the door open, Jack gives me a searing kiss before gently pushing me inside.
“Don’t keep me waiting,” he says with a devilish grin, closing the door between us.
My heart races as I make my way to the bedroom, shedding clothes as I go. By the time I reach the bed, I’m completely naked. I sprawl out on the sheets, my skin tingling with excitement.
Minutes tick by. I squirm restlessly, wondering what Jack has planned. Just as I’m about to call out for him, I hear a faint tapping sound. My eyes dart to the window, where I see Jack’s figure outside lit up by the string of Christmas lights.
He’s made good on his promise to watch me from outside. I rise slowly, making my way to the window with deliberate, sensual movements. When I reach it, I press my palm against the glass, meeting Jack’s hungry gaze.
Without breaking eye contact, I trail my other hand down my body, cupping my breast and rolling my nipple between my fingers. Jack’s eyes darken with desire, his breath fogging the glass.
My deepest, darkest fantasy come to life.
He’s outside. I’m inside, and yet somehow we are closer together than I thought we could be.
I continue my show, sliding my hand lower, dipping between my thighs. Jack’s gaze follows every movement, his expression a mix of lust and awe. I circle my clit slowly, putting on a performance just for him.
As I pleasure myself, I imagine Jack’s hands on me, his mouth, his cock. My movements become more frantic, my breath coming in short gasps. Jack presses closer to the window. This time, there’s no need for secrecy or stealth. I want him here, want him desperately.
The knowledge that he’s watching me pushes me over the edge. I come with a cry, my body shuddering against the cool glass. Through half-lidded eyes, I see Jack’s face, open and ravenous.
For a moment, we stay frozen like that, separated by a thin pane of glass yet intimately connected.
My stalker. My watcher. Now my lover.
As I catch my breath, I see Jack motion for me to open the window. With trembling hands, I unlatch it and slide it up. The cold night air rushes in, raising goosebumps on my flushed skin.
Jack climbs through gracefully, his eyes never leaving mine. Once inside, he cups my face in his hands and kisses me deeply. I melt into him, savoring the taste of champagne and desire on his lips.
In one swift motion, Jack lifts me and carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently, then steps back to remove his clothes. I watch hungrily as each new expanse of skin is revealed.
Once naked, he joins me on the bed, hovering over me. He presses his forehead to mine. “This time, and every time from now on,” he says, his voice husky with desire, “I want to do more than just watch.”