Chapter 34

Dominick

Near the back of the club, in a private corner, I've had the staff set up a table for Chloe and me, and as I guide her past the open dance floor and booths along the walls, I can't take my eyes off her.

I know Opal has been elaborately decorated for tonight's special event. I can even feel a few of the hanging decorations slide past my shoulder.

And still, the only thing I'm thinking about is Chloe.

The dress I picked, very much with Kayleigh's help, is absolutely breathtaking on her, and I am more than ready to lift up that flowy skirt that's keeping her from me.

"Dom!" Chloe's taking in the club's new decor with a giant smile on her face. "This place looks incredible! How did this happen?"

Finally glancing around myself, I admire how it does look a bit like a modern fairy tale in here. I made sure Luke knew the vibe I was going for by showing him clips of the Midsummer movie, and I'll admit, his crew nailed it.

"Luke." I shrug at Chloe. "He's got people for everything."

"That I do, bro."

Coming from my left, Luke glides over, decked out in his own tailored tux that has him looking like a blonde James Bond.

"Speak of the devil." I clap him on the shoulder. "It really does look great. Thank you."

He smirks, turning to Chloe to give her a hug.

"I have my skills. But—" Luke steps back, holding his arm out toward the private table "—I won't keep you. I'm sure you have… plans for this evening."

I roll my eyes, catching his drift, and nod at him before taking Chloe to our reserved spot.

"Finally." I pull her close to me as we sit on the soft banquette behind the small table glowing softly with candlelight. "I thought I'd never get you alone."

Sliding my hand up her leg, Chloe laughs, a delightful blush coloring her cheeks.

"Dom!" She recrosses her legs. "What if someone sees?"

"That's what the low lighting and the table are for."

Sneaking a quick feel, I find the growing arousal between her thighs, stroking my thumb across her slit. Chloe's wet panties reveal how turned on she is.

A slight moan breaks free from her, and I kiss those plump lips as she squeezes her legs around my hand.

After a moment, I pull back, content enough to have her worked up and ready for me when the time is right.

"You are incorrigible, Mr. Shaw."

Chloe playfully glares at me, and I just smirk back, enjoying another moment or two of just gazing into her eyes.

"Champagne?"

We look up as a server comes over, James, if I recall, and I nod. "Thank you. That'd be great."

He pours two glasses for us, leaving the bottle in a bucket of ice on the far end of our little table.

As we take our first sips, another server comes up. I don't recognize this one, so she must be a new hire.

"Your first course. Please enjoy."

A plate of chilled seafood is delivered, and Chloe and I waste no time digging in.

"Oh my God, Dom. This is incredible. Look at the size of this shrimp!"

"I had no idea you liked it so much." I laugh a little as Chloe takes a huge bite.

"Right now, it's my favorite thing in the world."

She happily noshes on a few more as the main course is delivered to the table.

The steak Chef Renee prepared is amazing, perfectly cooked, and incredibly juicy. I'm as thrilled to be enjoying it as Chloe.

After all, it's been a while since either of us had the free time and was in the mood to enjoy a fancy dinner.

When there's a lull in the delicious food, I stand up from the bench, holding out my hand for Chloe.

"May I have this dance?"

Chloe's eyes light up, the sparkling flecks in them reflecting off the gold leaves of her dress.

"Oh! Yes, please."

I chuckle, leading her to the dance floor, which is filled with other couples enjoying Opal's unique change of pace this evening.

There's no loud house music or electronic tracks playing, only classical melodies and romantic jazz.

I twirl Chloe into my arms, and she giggles happily as her dress fans out around her.

I'm not one for showy gestures or living out some "rom-com fantasy," but even I have to admit this is nice.

The music swells as I dance with Chloe, and the feeling of her in my arms is one I'll always cherish. We take the gentle steps in stride, and I'm immensely glad that I had Kayleigh give me a refresher on dance.

When the song comes to an end, I offer to get Chloe a glass of ice water.

She nods before excusing herself back to the private table, remarking that her shoes were not, in fact, made for walking—or dancing, for that matter.

I don't have to wait in line at the bar, sneaking behind it to pour our glasses myself, and I make quick small talk with the crew working.

After I get back to Chloe, I take my time learning the boundaries of her PDA rules and happily break them.

"Dom, you are such trouble!"

Chloe bites her lip as I press a kiss to the side of her neck. Kayleigh did a fantastic job on her hair, leaving me plenty of room to access Chloe's delectable skin.

There's a thin curtain that comes down from the wall, and I quickly slide it over. It offers us a bit more privacy and at least acts as a visual heads-up to any servers who might want to check on us.

I skim my hand up Chloe's leg, finding her ass and giving it a good squeeze. She yelps quietly before I steal the sound by crashing my lips to hers for another kiss.

Goddamn, I can't get enough of this woman.

The sensation of my tongue sliding up Chloe's slender neck goes straight to my straining erection, and I lean her back against the high cushion behind her.

"Dom—" her eyelids flutter "—are you really going to do this here? Shouldn't we…oh, fuck."

Her protests die as I slip my hand around to the inside of her thigh and drag it up to her pussy. Moving the thin fabric of her thong out of the way, I dip my fingers inside, pumping slowly.

Chloe's legs clamp down around my hand, and I use my free one to take her throat. I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck, hovering my thumb over Chloe's windpipe.

I don't push down much, just enough to heighten things a bit, and Chloe whimpers softly as I work her tight walls.

"Jesus, Dom. Holy shit."

Her words are a breathy whisper, and I relish them, my cock throbbing at how she's falling apart for me right here.

"That's it, baby. Let me feel you."

Using my thumb to stimulate her clit, I thrust deeper as I grip her neck. Chloe's hand goes to my shoulder, squeezing it as I pump my fingers in and out.

It's not long before her incredible body tightens around my digits, and I find that magic spot at the top, hooking my fingers and dragging across it to send her over the edge.

Chloe bucks against me, and it takes everything I have not to free my erection and slide myself inside her.

She comes hard, though, fluttering around my fingers. I stroke until I feel her calm, straining to breathe around the exertion.

As I resume my seat beside her, I smooth my hand away from her neck and cup her cheek.

"That's my girl."

Her dazed eyes meet mine, and I can't help but grin like a fool.

"You're going to make it very hard for me to keep a straight face when I see anyone who works here."

I chuckle. "A price I'm willing to pay."

Sensing how much time has passed, I check the time on my watch. Time for phase two .

Right as I look up toward the back door, I see it open and Kayleigh walks in with another dress bag. She waves, gesturing for me to send Chloe over.

"Ready for another surprise?" I hold my hand out to Chloe, helping her up from the low seat.

"Honestly, I'm not sure." She smirks. "I'm still reeling from all this."

"I promise you'll like it."

She rolls her eyes. "Well, then, how can I say no."

Walking her to the locker room where Kayleigh is waiting, I can't help but feel damn proud of myself for putting all of this together.

We round the corner, and Chloe gasps as she sees her personal stylist for the evening again.

"You liar!" She does her best to run over and give Kayleigh a hug. "You said you were going home!"

"I am!" She laughs. "Right after this."

Holding the next outfit, Kayleigh cocks her head at Chloe before looking past her to me.

"Shoo. No peeking."

I laugh, leaning over to give Chloe a quick kiss.

She yanks me closer, holding me there for a moment. "You are such a sneak. What is all this?"

"Something special. Just for you."

I know she can't fight it when I lay on the sweet one-liners, but Chloe still manages to playfully glare at me through her smile.

Without another word, I slip back out to our table. I wait anxiously for Chloe to come back out in her new outfit.

It's only for this part, but I know she's going to lose her fucking mind when the real surprise drops.

Sean walks by, and I flag him down.

"Hey. How's everything looking?" I clap arms with him.

"All good on our end. We've been monitoring everything around the club for a few blocks. Nothing suspicious."

"Good. Do you know if the players are ready?"

He shrugs with a grin. "I'm assuming so. They just keep running lines back there, and it all sounds like Greek to me."

With a laugh, I shake his hand again and pat him on the back.

"Yeah, I felt that way, too. Have Chloe explain it to you some time. She's actually pretty good at it."

"When you give me a day off, I'll think about it."

I nod. "Fair enough. Thanks, man."

"Of course."

Sean heads back to the floor for another round, and I relax slightly as I hear him communicate with the rest of the team through the walkie. Ethan cannot mess this up .

"Okay, this is a bit much, even for you."

I whip around to see Chloe fully decked out in the Titania costume the troupe provided.

The laugh that leaves me isn't because she looks silly or strange. It's just a complete transformation with so little actually done.

Everything from before is there, but this intricately detailed dress, with flowers and leaves, truly makes her look like a fairy, and the glittery makeup and tiny roses stuck by her eyes don't hurt.

"Are you laughing at me?" Chloe's eyes go wide as she smiles through the nerves.

"No, no. I'm not. I swear." I stand up, taking her hands. "You just look so different. You look like…well, you look like Michelle Pfeiffer."

She shakes her head. "Yeah, not even on my best day."

"You're right." I kiss her, putting my hands on her waist high enough to feel the bottom curves of her breasts. "You're much hotter."

With a giggle, Chloe does her best to sit down on the bench seat behind our table, and I push the thing forward a bit so it doesn't scrunch her dress.

"So, what's next?"

I hand her the glass of champagne I had ready just as dessert comes over to the table.

"First dessert. Then—" I scoop up a bite of the cheesecake with my fork, sliding it between Chloe's lips "—the last surprise."