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Undercover Temptation - part 3
You walk into the dimly lit club, scanning the room for any sign of Grant. Your heart races as you remember the intense night you shared with him. The sound of music pulses through your body, and you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
As you make your way to the bar, you spot him leaning against it, his chiseled jawline illuminated by the soft glow of the neon lights. He looks up, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours, and a smirk plays on his lips.
‘I was wondering if you’d come back,’ he says, his voice low and seductive.
You take a seat beside him, feeling the heat radiating from his body. ‘I couldn’t stay away.’
Grant nods, his eyes roaming over your curves. ‘I can see that.’ He signals to the bartender, who pours two shots of whiskey and slides them across the counter.
You both throw back the shots, feeling the burn as the liquor hits your throat. Grant leans in close, his breath warm on your neck. ‘Let’s get out of here.’
Without waiting for a response, he grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd, past the throngs of people dancing and grinding against each other. You can’t help but notice the way their eyes follow you, as if they know something is about to happen.
Once outside, Grant hails a cab and gives the driver an address you don’t recognize. As the car pulls away from the curb, he turns to face you, his hand sliding up your thigh and under your dress.
You gasp as his fingers brush against your wetness, already anticipating what’s to come. ‘I can’t wait to have you again,’ he whispers in your ear.
The cab comes to a stop outside a nondescript building, and Grant pays the driver before leading you inside. You find yourself in a dimly lit hallway, the sound of moans and heavy breathing echoing through the walls.
Grant pushes you against the wall, his lips crashing into yours with a ferocity that takes your breath away. His hands roam over your body, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples until they’re hard and aching for attention.
He pulls away, his eyes dark with desire. ‘Let’s see how much you can take.’
Without another word, he leads you down a narrow hallway and into a small room lit only by candles. The walls are lined with mirrors, reflecting your image back at you as Grant pushes you onto the bed.
He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a bottle of lubricant and a black silk blindfold. ‘I want you to experience this fully,’ he says, slipping the blindfold over your eyes.
As the world around you goes dark, you feel Grant’s hands on your body again, this time coating your anus with lube. You tense up, anticipating the sensation of his cock pushing into you, stretching you beyond anything you’ve ever experienced before.
Grant positions himself behind you, and you feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. He pauses for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the feeling, before thrusting forward with a force that takes your breath away.
You cry out as he fills you completely, his cock stretching you to your limits. He starts to move, his hips slamming into yours with increasing intensity. The sensation of being filled and the sound of your moans echoing through the room send you over the edge, and you come hard, your body shaking with pleasure.
Grant continues to pound into you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears his own climax. With one final thrust, he fills you with his hot seed, his body trembling as he releases himself inside you.
As the world slowly comes back into focus, you realize that Grant has removed the blindfold from your eyes. He’s looking at you with a mixture of desire and something else – something that looks like vulnerability.
‘I can’t stay away from you,’ he says, his voice barely above a whisper. ‘But I have to.’
Before you can respond, he’s gone, leaving you alone in the room with nothing but the echoes of your shared passion and the memory of his touch.
You scan the crowded nightclub, searching for any sign of Grant Dawson. The pounding bass and flashing neon lights make it difficult to focus, but you refuse to give up. You know he’s here somewhere, and you won’t leave until you find him. Finally, your eyes land on him at the bar. He smirks when he sees you, and you can tell that he’s been expecting you. Your heart races as he approaches, his confident swagger making your knees weak. ‘I knew you’d come back,’ he says, his voice low and seductive. ‘You can’t resist me.’ You try to maintain your composure, but it’s difficult when all you want to do is melt into his arms. ‘What are you doing here?’ you demand, mustering up as much anger as you can. ‘I thought you were supposed to be undercover.’ Grant smirks and takes a sip of his drink. ‘I am,’ he says, his eyes never leaving yours. ‘But I couldn’t stay away from you.’ Before you can respond, he grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd, away from prying eyes. You find yourself in a hidden room at the back of the club, where it’s just the two of you. The atmosphere is electric as Grant locks the door behind him, trapping you both inside. Without saying a word, he pushes you against the wall and begins to roughly finger your anus. You gasp in surprise and pleasure, your body responding despite your initial resistance. His touch is firm and insistent, leaving no room for doubt about who’s in control. Grant then bends you over a table, your hands cuffed behind your back. He enters you from behind, his thrusts deep and relentless as he takes control of your body. You moan with pleasure, the combination of pain and pleasure sending shockwaves through your system. Finally, you move to the bed where you straddle Grant, guiding yourself down onto his erect cock with increasing intensity. As you ride him, your bodies locked together in a frenzy of passion, you both reach your climax. During their encounter, Grant growls, “You’re mine tonight, YN. Don’t forget it.” His possessive words send a thrill through your body as you submit to his dominance. After you both climax, you lie on the bed, your bodies still entwined. The room is filled with the scent of sweat and sex, and you know that you’ll never forget this night. Grant holds you close, and in that moment, you realize there’s more to him than just his dominant persona – there’s a vulnerability that draws you in even deeper.