Chapter Seven

TRINITY

Just as Stephen had promised, when the meals arrived, they were every bit as delicious as he described. The flavours were rich and layered, the kind of meal that lingered on your tongue and in your mind.

But as wonderful as the food was, it paled in comparison to the man sitting across from me.

The conversation flowed so smoothly it felt like we’d known each other far longer than a few days. The more I got to know him, the more the attraction deepened. Of course, there had always been the raw, magnetic pull between us—but now, I could see what lay beneath it. The power in him wasn’t just physical; it was rooted in his confidence, in the way he claimed space without arrogance. His ambition. His intensity. His ability to make me feel like the only woman in the room.

And God, was that sexy.

As the meal wound down, I found myself silently wishing the night wouldn’t end. I knew Monday was technically my day off—we worked Saturdays instead—but Stephen likely had business to handle.

“Shall we go?” he asked softly.

I tried not to let my disappointment show. It wasn’t fair of me to want to keep him here all night for my own selfish reasons.

“Yes, of course,” I replied. “I shouldn’t hold you up any longer. I’m sure you’ve got work tomorrow.”

Stephen must have picked up on the shift in my voice. Instead of standing, he reached over and pulled me onto his lap. His arms wrapped securely around my waist, hands sliding up and down my back in slow, soothing circles.

I leaned into him, nuzzling against the warmth of his chest, taking in the intoxicating scent of his cologne. His lips found my neck, kissing his way up toward my ear. The moment his breath brushed against my skin, I let out a soft, unintentional moan.

“I didn’t mean to end the night, doll,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “I’m not ready to let you go yet. There’s something I want to show you.”

I tilted my head, curious and hopeful. “Sure. As long as I’m not keeping you from anything.”

His hand slid up the inside of my thigh, teasing dangerously close to where I was already throbbing. He whispered, “And what if I said I wanted you to keep me?”

That did it.

I lifted my head, locking eyes with him, and leaned down, capturing his mouth with mine. My moan echoed into his kiss, and Stephen responded with a growl, pulling me tighter, deepening it—hungry, dominant, possessive.

When he finally broke the kiss, we were both breathless. He pressed his forehead to mine.

“Let’s go,” he said, voice husky, “before I give this entire restaurant a show they’ll never forget.”

He leaned in once more, voice a sinful whisper. “By bending you over this table and burying my face between your thighs... for a second helping of dessert.”

My thighs clenched, my core pulsing at the filthy, perfect image.

“Okay,” I managed to say, voice barely above a whisper.

Sliding off his lap, I grabbed my clutch as Stephen stood. He took my hand and led me out of the restaurant. Like always, he opened the car door for me, his hand lingering a moment longer on the small of my back before he rounded the vehicle and got behind the wheel.

As we pulled onto the road, I glanced over at him. “So … where are we going?”

He smirked, but didn’t look at me. “You’ll see soon enough.”

I sank back into the leather seat, letting the anticipation build.

Eventually, we pulled up to the Planetarium. I looked around, confused. The building was dark.

“I didn’t know they had a night show?” I asked, scanning the grounds.

“They don’t,” he replied, simply.

I raised an eyebrow. “Then what are we doing?”

“You’ll see,” he said again, that sly smile returning. “Only a few more minutes of suspense. I promise.”

He stepped out, came around to open my door, and took my hand. As we reached the entrance, I hesitated—clearly the place was closed. But Stephen just smiled.

Moments later, one of the ushers unlocked the front door and greeted us with a warm smile. “Mr. Gotti, everything’s ready as requested.”

I looked between them, eyes narrowing. “Requested?”

Stephen slipped the older man a few crisp hundred-dollar bills. “Thanks, Eric. Much appreciated.”

“Very kind, sir. You kids enjoy yourselves,” Eric said with a wink. “I’ll be back later to lock up.”

Stephen thanked him again as he stepped out and secured the doors behind us.

Still stunned, I followed as Stephen led me through the darkened halls of the planetarium. My heels echoed softly across the floor, adding to the surreal atmosphere.

He guided us toward the Dome. My heart raced.

He opened the door and gently placed his hand on the small of my back, ushering me inside.

The moment I looked up, my breath caught in my throat.

“~Wow.~”

Projected onto the ceiling of the Dome was the most breathtaking starlit sky I’d ever seen. Swirls of deep blue and purple stretched from one side of the room to the other, with thousands of stars twinkling overhead. Right in the center of the space, laid out beneath the artificial heavens, was a plush spread of blankets and pillows—complete with a bottle of wine and carefully arranged platters.

“What is this?” I breathed, eyes wide in awe.

Stephen came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pressing his body against mine. I held his arms tightly, grounding myself in him as I took it all in.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“Like it? Stephen, this is incredible. You did all this for me?”

He leaned closer, lips brushing my ear. “Mostly for you, doll. I won’t lie—some of it’s for me. I wanted somewhere we could be alone. No interruptions. Just us.”

I turned to him, eyes glossy. “I’m speechless. This is the most amazing thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

He smiled. “The pleasure is all mine. Come—let’s get comfortable.”

He guided me to the blankets and began loosening his shirt, removing his jacket and shoes. I watched his every move—his strength, his ease, the way he moved like he knew I was watching and loved every second of it.

He rearranged some pillows, then lay down, relaxed and waiting.

“Care to join me?” he asked, reaching out his hand.

I slipped off my heels and took it.

He pulled me down beside him, arranging pillows behind me, ensuring I was comfortable before grabbing a soft fur throw and draping it over us. I lay on my back, mesmerized by the galaxy spinning above us—until his hand glided across my stomach, igniting a thousand butterflies.

He wrapped me in his arms and turned onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. His eyes—green fire—burned into me.

His hand slipped from my waist, brushing gently up my ribs, grazing just beneath the swell of my breast. Then up, up—to my throat. He cupped my cheek, guiding my face toward him.

“Hi, beautiful,” he whispered.

I turned into him, our bodies pressed close as I dragged my hand up the hard curve of his biceps. My fingers traced the muscle there, and I felt my cheeks flush as I looked up at him.

“Hi,” I whispered back.

His gaze dropped to my lips.

“Kiss me already,” I said, voice shaking. “Please. I need to be close to you. I need to taste you on my mouth.”

His low groan made my breath hitch. He grabbed the back of my neck, and our mouths collided in a kiss that was anything but gentle. This was raw. Starved. Possessive.

His teeth tugged at my bottom lip, coaxing a gasp from me. His tongue swept in, claiming.

His hand slid around to my back, gathering my dress in his fist and yanking me flush against him. The feel of his body—hard, strong, ~there~—was almost too much to bear.

My hand roamed down his side, curling around his back as I pressed myself even closer.

Then, with a quick shift, Stephen rolled us over, placing me firmly on top of him.

Still kissing.

Still hungry.

I straddled him, pressing my chest to his, fingers diving into his thick, dark hair. I tugged at his scalp, feeling the way his body responded beneath me.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel amazing.”

Stephen’s husky growl rumbled up from deep in his chest as his hands returned to my ass, gripping it tight and pressing me down against him. I could feel his hardness beneath me, thick and urgent. My panties were soaked. My core ached. My hips bucked as he ground up into me.

“God, Trinity,” he growled. “You drive me wild. I can’t get enough of you.”

“I’m aching,” I whispered, desperate. “I want you so bad, Stephen.”

He shifted, sitting upright with me straddling his lap. One of his hands slid into my hair, gripping it tightly and pulling my head back, exposing my throat. The tug sent a shockwave of arousal through me.

“Don’t doubt for a second when I tell you I want you,” he said, eyes blazing. “Because I will have you, Trinity. But not here. Not tonight.”

The disappointment on my face must’ve been written in neon, because he quickly reached for my hands and brought them to his chest.

“Feel this,” he said, and slid one of my hands down between us until it landed on the solid length of his cock. My eyes widened at the sheer size of him—so hard, so thick. That photo? It hadn’t even done him justice.

“You did this,” he growled, his voice like thunder in the dark. “You made me so fucking hard. But I don’t want to rush this. I want to savour every second. I want to ~claim~ every ounce of you, because when I finally take you, Trinity—you’re mine. And only mine.”

He leaned in close, the heat of his breath against my lips. “I want to do things to you you’ve only dreamed about. And I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name. Screaming for all of me.”

With a sudden smack, he slapped my ass hard, drawing a gasp from me as he pulled me flush against him, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on my neck. He paused for a beat, then dragged his nose along my throat, inhaling me. And then—~oh god~—his mouth latched onto my skin and sucked, hard.

A loud moan tore from me as my head fell back, baring more of my neck to him in surrender. His hands slid down to the hem of my dress, gripping it, and pulled it upward. I looked at him, confused and breathless.

He leaned in so close our mouths were nearly touching. His eyes locked on mine.

“Just because I said I won’t fuck you tonight,” he murmured, “doesn’t mean I won’t ~taste~ you.”

With that, he peeled the dress up and off over my head, leaving me bare beneath his gaze. He rolled us over and laid me down on the blankets, his eyes devouring me.

Kneeling above me, he stripped off his shirt. My legs fell open at the sight of him—his taut, inked body, the sheer dominance in his presence. I was hypnotized.

Stephen leaned forward and began kissing his way up from my ankles, over my calves, toward my knees. My head lolled back as a groan slipped from my lips, his tongue licking slow and deliberate against my skin.

His smile was audible. So was the low, hungry growl.

“There it is … that little purr. So fucking sexy.”

His head moved up to my inner thigh, licking and biting at the sensitive flesh. I gasped and shot up, my fingers burying in his hair.

“Aww Stephen … mmm, that feels amazing.”

His hand slid up to my stomach, applying gentle pressure. “Lay back for me, baby,” he murmured. “I’m just getting started.”

Now face to face with my center, Stephen nudged his nose against my panties, breathing me in.

“Your arousal is screaming at me,” he growled. “The scent of you is pure intoxication.”

He used two fingers to slide up and down my slit through the lace, his eyes locked with mine. “I wonder if it tastes as good.”

His tongue darted out, giving one long, hard lick through the lace. A deep groan followed. He gripped my thighs, pushing them open wider, then slipped his hands beneath my ass and tore the thong down my legs in one smooth, impatient motion.

Burying his face between my legs again, his voice was a reverent murmur against my folds. “Daddy’s going to enjoy this.”

“Fuck, Stephen!”

My body melted beneath him. My back arched as his lips closed around my clit, sucking it into his mouth while his tongue swirled with slow, precise pressure. The vibration of his moans against me sent jolts of heat all the way to my toes.

His tongue danced between gentle laps and deep strokes, alternating between tugging my clit and trailing back down to my entrance. He flattened his tongue and licked up from my soaked hole, then swirled in slow, maddening circles on his way back down.

At my core, his tongue flicked against me before thrusting in, fucking me with desperate hunger. My hips bucked into his face. My hands clutched at his hair.

“Oh yes, Stephen! Don’t stop. Please—don’t stop.”

He groaned into me again, and the sound sent another shudder through my whole body.

He licked harder, faster—then pulled back slightly, replacing his mouth with his thumb to keep the pressure on my clit. Flattening his tongue again, he moved from my hole back to my clit in one devastating sweep.

“Fuck … right~ there!~” I gasped. My hips rose to meet him, grinding into his mouth. His hands reached up, gripping the back of my thighs and pulling me tighter into his face.

“I’m not stopping,” he growled. “Not until I drink from your luscious cunt. Wrap your legs around my head. I want my face buried inside you.”

I obeyed, hooking my ankles behind his head, pulling him deeper as he tongue-fucked me relentlessly. My cries echoed in the dome, raw and unfiltered.

“Stephen!!”

That last thrust of his tongue was all I needed. I shattered around him, my orgasm crashing through me in waves. He didn’t stop—didn’t slow—his tongue lapping every drop of me as I pulsed and trembled beneath him.

My legs shook. My chest heaved. My mind ~spun~.

Minutes passed before I could even speak. I giggled softly, propping myself up on my elbows and looking down at the man still nestled between my thighs.

Stephen’s eyes burned with desire. His face glistened with me. And he was smiling—wickedly, beautifully.

“The combination of your sweet taste and those little purrs in my ear,” he murmured, “nearly made me cum in my pants.”

My cheeks flamed red, shy beneath his gaze.

He crawled up my body, hovering over me with elbows braced beside my head. His eyes searched mine for a moment—then he kissed me, deep and slow, letting me taste myself on his lips.

When he finally pulled back, he ran his thumb across my bottom lip.

“Delicious.”

He rolled onto his side, reaching for the discarded lace thong. I watched, bemused and breathless, as he brought it to his face and inhaled deeply—then stuffed it into his pocket.

My brow rose, amused. “Really?”

Stephen grinned, pulling me into his arms, wrapping me in his warmth as he draped the throw blanket over us both.

“They’re ~my~ panties now.”