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“No! God forbid!”

“Well then! Because from where I’m standing, you like being dominated. And in my opinion, that’s exactly where we should start.”

“You’re impossible.” A gentle smile tugged at his lips, but he quickly wiped it away with his hand.

“So, no micropenis?” I teased.

Dominic rolled his eyes, then turned serious. “Can I trust you with this?”

“Why would I spread it around? In the end, people would say it’s my fault.”

“Okay … uh … I need to go back inside.”

As he tried to walk past me, I gripped his arm again and spun him around to face me. “You really think I’m letting you head back into the tit bar without one more proper kiss? Come here, babe.”

To my surprise, Dominic pressed his lips to mine and thrust his tongue into my mouth. This time, I was the one who let out a soft moan, and before my knees gave out, I draped my arms around Dominic’s neck and held on to him.

Damn, that guy was hot.

Unexpectedly, he moved away from me and straightened his jacket. “Now go home.”

“No! I like the lights here. And when you’re done, I’ll walk you home.”

“I won’t be out of here before four.”

“I’m a night owl—just like you,” I said with a shrug.

I had no idea why I said that, especially since I’d been awake since 8 a.m. But seeing Dominic smirk and shake his head as he left me standing there was worth it.

While I felt pure happiness swelling inside me, I followed him back into the tit bar, and while he took his place next to Vasily, I winked at both of them before disappearing into the club.

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Dominic

What a night owl. When I stepped out of the dressing room at 4 a.m., Kilian was fast asleep in the lounge, while Sebastian and Jacob were still enjoying the final show. I couldn’t help but wonder what Sebastian’s fiancée would say if she knew her future husband liked hanging out at strip clubs. Then again, Sebastian didn’t seem remotely interested in flirting with any of the dancers. Still, I was curious to meet his bride at their wedding.

“He had a tough day,” Sebastian said, slightly tipsy, as I crouched down next to Kilian.

“More like an exhausting week,” I replied, fully aware that Kilian had already put in a 60-hour workweek.

“And? What were you two doing outside earlier?” Jacob asked, clearly more intoxicated than Sebastian, his nose glowing like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

“Nothing,” I answered, peering over at Kilian.

He seemed so peaceful. His features were relaxed, his lips slightly parted. Those lips were beautiful—not too full, yet not too thin. Just right. But what struck me most was how the dim light highlighted his chiseled jawline. A soft shadow fell across his jaw, and for the first time, I noticed a bit of stubble on his face. I couldn’t help but smile; it reminded me that Kilian was just as human as anyone else. He needed to shave, and yes, he needed to sleep, even if he often came off like a perfectly styled machine with an oversized ego.

Seeing him like this made him so much more endearing. He was genuinely sweet.

I inwardly shook my head. The guy had managed to charm me.

Pushing the thought aside, I gently shook Kilian’s shoulder until he let out a low grumble.

“Just leave me here,” he murmured, eyes still closed.

“Sorry, no can do.”