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"Sorry," I say. "What?"

She repeats it. I answer. She laughs.

Across the pool Sadie's eyes come back to me on the dance floor. This time she doesn't look away as fast. She holds it for a second longer.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. I already know who it is before I look, because I see Sadie with her phone. But I don’t look at my phone, because then she’ll know it’s me. I wait. I wait until she’s not looking at me. Five minutes, it’s taken her five minutes to look away from me and walk away so she can’t see me.

Sadie

I've been looking for you.

I reply quickly.

Miles.

I know. I've been watching you look.

Putting my phone away quickly, I look over to her and her friends. She looks at her phone and smiles.

Cain was right. It’s always best to be patient.

The party has been going on for a while, and the music is louder and more chaotic now.

I slip away from the main area, duck into one of the pool house bathrooms, and change fast. A black shirt, black mask that covers my face, and a voice modulator tucked against my throat. When I step back out, I quickly move to the dark parts of the garden so no one can see me.

I wait for her to move. She will move. I know she will. I spot her walking along the quieter side of the garden, away from the main lights, the red bikini glowing under the string of lights. She looks perfect.

I move quickly to that side of the house, and in one fast movement, my hand clamps over her mouth as I pull her off the path and slam her back against the ivy-covered wall. Her body jolts in shock. Her wide eyes stare up at me through the shadows. I press my body into hers, pinning her there.

“Looking for someone?” I ask, my voice low and distorted exactly like it was on the phone.

She nods against my palm, breathing fast and shallow through her nose.

I keep my hand firmly over her mouth and lean in closer, my other hand sliding down her waist, feeling the warm, damp skin of her hip.

“You look so fucking beautiful tonight, baby,” I murmur against her ear. “This tiny red bikini… every man here wants to fuck you. But this body is mine.”

She trembles. I press my thigh between her legs, and she instinctively rocks against it.

“If I touch you right now,” I whisper, voice rough, “will you be wet for me?”

She nods immediately, almost desperately, grinding her hips forward again. The movement makes me smile beneath the mask.

“Are you giving me permission to touch you, baby?”

Her eyes search what she can see of my face, which isn’t a lot, even my eyes are covered in a thin material there. Then, slowly, she nods.

I lean in until my lips brush the shell of her ear.

“Good girl. I’m going to make you come on my fingers while the party keeps going. And you’re going to stay quiet for me aren’t you, baby?”

My hand slips under the waistband of her bikini bottoms. She’s soaked, dripping down my fingers the second I touch her. I groan low in my throat as I circle her clit, then slide two fingers deep inside her tight pussy. She gasps against my palm, her body arching into me.

“That’s it,” I breathe. “So fucking wet for me. You love this, don’t you? Love knowing I could do anything to you right now.”

I curl my fingers, stroking that spot inside her while my thumb works her clit in tight, relentless circles. Her hips jerk against my hand. Her moans are muffled by my palm, hot and desperate against my skin. I fuck her harder with my fingers, pressing my body flush against hers so she can feel how hard I am.

“Come for me, baby,” I growl into her ear. “Right here. Right now. Give it to me.”