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half-guided me through the maze of bodies. I didn’t focus too much on anyone—everyone deserved their privacy—and I didn’t want to recognize anyone. Seeing Noah was enough.
    I looked to my left where Noah followed a little behind. His jaw was clenched, eyes burning into mine with the force of a Bunsen burner. He wasn’t having second thoughts was he? Disappointment practically crippled me at the thought. I wanted him to touch me. Kiss me… fuck me.
    Carson came to a stop outside a black and silver building with mirrors hanging on every surface of the midnight walls. My little black dress and flushed skin reflected back in hundreds of grainy, black-washed mirrors. Intricate frames gave an opulent feel promising a fantasy beyond any I’d contemplated.
    Noah stopped beside me, his breathing deep and irregular. I was glad he was uptight; my own breathing matched his—even more so when his little pinkie on his right hand grazed the flesh of my palm. I jolted at the small contact as it shot right between my legs.
    I stole a look at him, biting my lip.
    Noah’s eyes were a vibrant green. No more hazel, and nothing but need shone in them. I linked my own pinkie with his and thrilled with pleasure as his lids snapped closed and he swayed into me.
    Carson broke our bubble, grinning at both of us. “This is for Noah’s fantasy, Linden.” He opened a black door I hadn’t seen and beckoned us inside. I didn’t understand what he meant as the door closed behind us, entombing us in low-lighting sconces and eclipse drapery.
    We were in a corridor.
    Noah sucked in a breath, and his hand touched the small of my back. It seemed the moment the door closed he gave up trying to pretend he wasn’t into the idea. Carson muttered something as Noah grabbed my wrist and spun me to face him.
    Shock plastered over my face as I stared up into his green eyes, lit only by fake candlelight.
    “If we do this we don’t talk about it ever again. It stays here. In this place. Agreed?”
    My head bobbled. I’d agree to anything the way he held me. His fingertips bit into my wrist, turning the small burn of a bruise into a call of need.
    “Agreed.”
    Noah bent his head, licking his lips. I licked my own in synchronization, all too ready to feel his mouth on mine.
    Carson coughed. “We haven’t even arrived, and you can’t control yourself.” His tone was full of mirth though, and Noah growled.
    The feral sound erupted through me, and everything went warm and liquid.
    Noah pushed me suddenly. My back crushed against the soft draped wall. Black velvet cushioned.
    “We don’t talk about this. Ever,” Noah repeated just as his lips connected with mine. I’d never talk about it, but it wouldn’t stop me from reliving that movement over and over again.
    Noah’s lips were warm and slippery. His tongue possessive as he pierced my closemouthed peck and demanded I kiss him deeper than I’d ever kissed anyone—including Carson.
    I moaned as Noah’s right hand unlatched from my arm and caressed my breast. Not that it was caressing—more like a massage of lust. Hard, firm strokes that sent my mind into hibernation and my body into hyper alert.
    I was owned by him in that moment.
    Noah groaned as my arms wrapped around his waist. I intended to drown in him, and he wasn’t close enough. How had we lived together for so long and never had an inkling of what the other was like? How did we sit in awkward silence watching some documentary on germs and disease and not attack each other on the couch? How would I go back to that existence after tonight? After I’d tasted him. Sampled him? Known how passionate he was under the carefully kept façade?
    Noah’s lips wrenched from mine, and the cold draft after his warm, sweet flavour disappeared.
    Carson held Noah’s shoulder, obviously having jerked him off me.  “Down boy. It’s not just you two in this for fun. I intend to participate, and there isn’t enough room in this fucking corridor.”