POV MADDISONThe heavy, soundproofed door of the black Maybach limousine clicked shut, instantly severing the roaring flashes of the press cameras and the distant murmur of the St. Regis ballroom. The interior of the long, custom vehicle was a dark sanctuary of hand-stitched charcoal leather, polished obsidian accents, and soft, amber ambient lighting. A heavy, privacy glass partition separated us from the chauffeur, sealing the four of us inside a mobile bunker slicing through the rainy, midnight streets of the financial district.The adrenaline from our public conquest at the gala was still vibrating through my veins, but the air inside the cabin quickly shifted, turning thick, heavy, and suffocatingly hot. The scent of expensive cologne, rain, and the lingering fragrance of our quick, intense encounter in the VIP suite filled the enclosed space.I sat on the primary leather bench, my emerald silk dress slightly wrinkled, my chest heaving as I looked at the three men surrounding me.
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