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Alexander plants his hands against the floor and begins twerking in the same position, his shorts riding higher as he moves to the beat.

My cock hardens inside my trousers.

Alexander gets on his knees and sways his hips to the slow rhythm of the music, his gaze never leaving mine as he rises to his feet. He returns to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one, our gazes locked on each other.

I unbutton my trousers and drag the zipper down, following every movement he makes. When his shirt finally slips off his shoulders, I bring out my cock and stroke it once.

His gaze drops to my hand, and the corner of his mouth lifts. He steps off the stage and makes his way seductively toward me. He takes his time crossing the short distance, his movements perfectly in sync with the music, until he's standing directly in front of the couch.

He grabs my hand. “Oh, no,” he rasps softly. “I only invited you here to watch me dance.”

He releases my hand and runs his palm over my chest, moving slowly up and down before trailing his fingertips along my collar and up to my chin. His touch is light, almost teasing, and when I lean forward, he withdraws and keeps himself out of reach.

Alexander then drops his hands to my thighs and turns his back to me, continuing his sultry dance, every move of his body making my cock leak until my patience wanes.

I place my hands on his waist and turn him to face me. “Remove your shorts.”

“I told you. I'm not here for that,” he says, his voice deceptively low.

I grab the flimsy fabric of his shorts and rip them apart in one smooth motion, sending the button flying across the room before tossing the ruined garment onto the floor. I pull Alexander down onto my lap and suck two fingers into my mouth before reaching between his ass cheeks and circling his hole. He's already open and wet, he must have prepped himself before coming to the club. I thrust two fingers inside him, and he yelps, his hands flying to my shoulders.

“What are you doing? Did you not hear me?”

I lift Alexander and lower him onto my cock. He protests again, but when I breach him, his hands fly to my shoulders and he gasps.

The tension that's been sitting in my body since the shooting finally begins to ease when his ass meets my thighs. I grip either side of his waist and thrust up into him, watching his face through the eyeholes of my mask. His skin is flushed, his mouth hanging open as I fuck him, his glasses have slipped so far down his nose that I'm not sure he can still see me, and the music playing through the room is nearly drowned out by his unsteady breathing.

When I slow my thrusts and relax my hold on him, Alexander seizes the opportunity to climb off my lap. “I said none of that,” he shrieks.

I get to my feet and go after him, my shoes sinking into the thick carpet as I close the distance between us. He barely makes it to the stage before I catch him easily. I drag him the rest of the way to the stage and bend him over in front of the pole, his hands gripping the polished brass as I push inside him again.

The sight of him opened around my cock nearly undoes me. I fuck him again and again, each thrust striking his prostate. Pleasure coils rapidly through my stomach and spine, fed by every deep movement of my cock inside him. I take his cock in my hand and stroke in time with my thrusts.

“Fuck, Antonio. I'm going to come,” he rasps.

My cock hits his prostate one more time, and Alexander's cock jerks in my hand as he comes, hot spurts of cum spilling over my fingers. His grip on the pole tightens, and a broken cry escapes him as he shudders through his orgasm. I continue thrusting as he rides it out, and I follow only moments later, my arms locking around his waist as I press inside him and come with a low groan against his back.

My cock remains inside him as our breathing gradually slows, and the sweat on our bodies begins to dry in the cool air circulating through the room. Alexander's fingers finally loosen around the pole, and he rests his forehead against his arm, looking thoroughly fucked.

I press a brief kiss to his shoulder before straightening. “Where are your clothes?” I ask as I pull out.

Alexander turns to face me, adjusting his glasses before his gaze drops to my cock. “Does it never flag?” He lets out a soft, disbelieving chuckle and removes the bow tie from around his neck. “My clothes are in the corner,” he adds, pointing at the far side of the room.

He pads across the carpet to retrieve them and dresses quickly while I zip my trousers. Once he’s ready, I adjust my mask and lead him out of the room.

Chapter

Twenty-Five

ALEX

By the time we get back to the booth, the others have already left.

Antonio takes my hand and leads me out of the club and we find Davide waiting beside the SUV with the trunk already open, looking more alert than he usually does. Antonio reaches into the trunk and pulls out a bulletproof vest.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“Nothing you have to worry your pretty head about,” he says.