“I’m fine. Probably just low blood sugar.” Or rather all the blood running to the wrong part of my body. “I’ll feel better once I finish eating, I’m sure.”
Except, try as I might, I’m no longer interested in eating. Not food, anyway. The only thing I want to feast on is half a foot away, bare under a small skirt of thin material. I barely tasted her today, and all of a sudden it’s the only taste in my mouth. The only taste I want more of.
Especially when she’s playing it so cool. I totally want to knock her off that throne. Want to show her I can get to her the way she gets to me.
I am smart enough to realize that the worst thing I could possibly do at the moment is reach over and stick my hand up her dress. I know this.
But it’s all I can think about.
I pick at my food. Conversation gets harder to follow. I say less and less because of it. At one point, I swear I hear Nathan say, “She’s good and wet.”
Luckily, before my eyes pop out of my head, I realize he really said, “She’s a good bet,” in reference to a stock exchange he and Edward are discussing.
Then dinner is cleared and coffee is served and the lights dim for the award ceremony, and I find that now that I’m not pretending to eat, I no longer have anything to occupy my hands. So it’s not really my fault that my fingers find their way over to her lap. And under her skirt.
Her eyes widen. Her mouth drops. But she doesn’t brush me away. She could easily, too, without anyone seeing. And she doesn’t.
So my hand rests there. Rests on her silky soft thigh, and I think for a minute that this is enough, that I don’t need more.
But I’m kidding myself.
Then she parts her legs slightly, and maybe it’s not an invitation, but it definitely seems like one and how can I know without taking the bait?
Slowly I climb higher, higher, past the natural swell of her leg, to the place I want to be most. My finger brushes against the lips of her pussy, and her breath hitches. I scan the others at the table, then, when I’m sure no one noticed, I make a second pass. This time I continue down to circle the rim of her hole.
And yes. She is good and wet.
Damn, it’s amazing.
Paybacks are a bitch though, because not only am I rock hard, but next thing I know, her palm is cupping my groin. She squeezes, and god, it’s all I can do not to let out a moan.
That’s it. I’m going in. I slide two fingers inside her opening. She’s so tight, so perfect. I want to be in farther. Want it to be my cock inside her. I turn so I can get a better angle.
Suddenly, our gazes crash into each other, and I know from the look on her face she’s had the same epiphany I’ve just had—we’re groping each other in public. Where who knows who could see.
She stands up and braces the teacup she’s just knocked from rising so quickly. “I’ve…got to go,” she says hurriedly then takes off.
“I’ll make sure she’s okay,” I say, following right behind.
It’s such an obvious exit. But who the fuck cares anymore? Everyone else was so enthralled in the awards, I’m not even sure they remembered we were there.
I keep my eyes pinned on Genny as I wind around the tables. She heads to the bathrooms, and for a moment I feel defeat when I think she’ll disappear into the ladies’ room.
But she passes it. And goes instead to the single-family bathroom beside it. I’m practically on her heels, but I freeze several feet away. Does she want me to go in after her?
I want to go in after her.
If the door’s unlocked, I decide as I head toward it, then it’s an invitation. I reach for the handle and turn it…
The door clicks open.
She’s facing me when I walk in, as though she were waiting. I lock the door behind me, and with two steps, I have her backed up against the wall.
“You are such a naughty, naughty girl.” I’m already pulling at my belt.
“And you’re an arsehole,” she says breathlessly, her eyes darting from my lips to my eyes and back again.
“I was only acting defensively. You’re the one who was naughty first.”
“Because I took off my knickers?”
Yes, because of that. Also because she’s the one undoing my belt. She’s the one unzipping my fly.
And I’m naughty too. I’m naughty because I help her find what she’s looking for, drawing out the steel rod that has taken residence in my tuxedo pants.
She rubs her hand over my head and meets my eyes. “Tell me again why I’m so bad.”
I lift her legs up around my waist and rock forward so she can feel my cock against her bare pussy. “Because you did this. You gave me this.”
I pull out a condom from my wallet, and she wriggles against me as I suit up.
“Seems like we’re even since I’m dripping.” Her hands grip the handicap railing for support.
Good. She’s going to need it.
“You’re not dripping nearly as much as you’re going to be.” I dig my fingers into the lush skin of her ass, position my cock at her entrance and slam inside.
We gasp in unison.
She’s snug and hot, and I feel like a jackhammer the way I can’t stop pounding into her. Relentlessly. Without mercy.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” I know she did, but I want to hear her say it. “You were such a naughty girl because you wanted me to come in here. In you.”
She nods her head, but she’s already tightening at orgasm’s edge, and her lids are closed and her chin is tucked into her chest, and I’m frustrated because I want her to look at me. Want her to answer in words, while she’s looking me in the eye.