It’s only twelve. How am I going to survive until tonight in my state?

I do the only reasonable thing, really. I’m in the perfect position for it. My hands move to his belt, and start to undo it.

“Can you fuck me, pretty please? I won’t last until tonight.”

There’s something savage in the deep blue of his eyes. “Oh, yes. I believe I can. I will fuck you all day, my gorgeous little ghost. But you’re not allowed to come until midnight.”

He’s kidding. Right?

34. Claire

34

CLAIRE

He was not kidding.

Keller seemed addicted to my orgasms, collecting them like he’d get a prize for exceeding five a day. This afternoon? Nada.

It’s not that he’s suddenly lost his ability to make a woman scream his name and grind against his mouth, fingers, or cock, but he stops at the very moment when I can feel my core tightening, ready for release.

By four, I’ve given up entirely. I was on my hands and knees, on the sofa, on his desk, my bed, and against the dresser, and not a single time has he allowed me to ease the constant, nagging, growing need inside me. God, he’s made me addicted to sex in mere days.

“Go away,” I grumble when he dares come out of his room, looking devastating in his blue suit and crisp white shirt. “I’m not touching you anymore.”

Which is a shame because that suit just hugs his large shoulders.

“Until midnight.” He winks, expertly tying a blue tie to complete the look of a young CEO.

“Are you going to work?” I ask, confused.

He’s always dressed a bit formally—preppy, with shirts and chinos, rather than the average college guys’ attire, though I distinctly recall a hoodie last Sunday. But this look is particularly formal, even for him.

“I’m going to pick up your mask,” he tells me.

That doesn’t explain why he’s dressed like that. “In the finance district?”

Keller chuckles. “At the Heritage. My club. Your club, one day soon. I’ll also pick up the formalities to enroll you without the usual test.”

“What’s the usual test?” I ask, wondering why he doesn’t think I can do it.

“A gangbang, darling.”

My jaw drops. “What?”

“They’d strap you up and let anyone who wants have their way with you.” He shrugs. “Strangers need to be fucked in.”

“Is it…a gang?”

He snorts. “Do I look like I belong to a gang?”

Absolutely fucking not.

“It’s a private club. You and I both know the best way to keep things private is to have something on everyone there.”

He sends me a knowing look. I snort. “So I’ve learned.”