“She knows. Just doesn't care.”
“It's not my fault I'm incredible,” Lucy says over her shoulder before turning her attention to a potential customer.
“Speaking of incredible.” I indicate Toni's entire being. “How am I supposed to focus on the show?”
A slow grin makes her dimple pop, and my knees shake. “Maybe I don't want you to focus on the show.”
Given half a chance, this woman might undo me.
I spend the rest of the night trying and failing to keep my hands to myself.
When we grab our drinks at the bar, they wander to Toni's waist, pulling her against me. At our table, they reach for the soft expanse of her thigh, giving a greedy squeeze here and there. When my arm makes its way across her shoulders, her hand finds mine, fingers tanglingcasually.
The only thing that could coax me to relinquish the connection for a moment is Jac choosing Toni for an impressive lap dance during their already fantastic performance. As they finish, they grace me with a knowing wink that seems to echo Lucy’s earlier warning.
Don’t fumble this.
When they return to the stage, I grab hold of the back of Toni's harness, pulling her against me gently.
“Jealous?” She whispers into my ear. The puff of breath makes me tingle all over.
“Nah.” I let my lips graze her ear lobe, feeling more than a little smug at the way her body reacts. “Just making sure you remember who you're coming home with.” I drag a finger across the soft curve of her jaw, letting my thumb barely graze her bottom lip. “If you want,” I add.
Toni's eyes burn. “Oh, I want.”
I steal a brief kiss. “Good.”
CHAPTER 14
Toni
Despite the temptation,Cillian and I display an impressive amount of self-control throughout the evening. No one could call us chaste, but we do make it through the entire show without slinking off to a secluded corner of the venue. In fact, we even manage to linger long enough after the closing number to congratulate Jac on an incredible performance and greet an acceptable number of people.
This does mean that by the time we make it to Cillian’s car, I am considering the merits of forgoing any extracurriculars in lieu of fucking in his backseat like teenagers. However, I remain strong. Not for any sensible reason like not wanting to get caught. No, my self-control is rooted solely in knowing—based on several blush-inducing text exchanges—Cillian would make the wait worth it.
The thought of what the evening may hold does little to keep my hips from lifting desperately when his fingers slide under the hem of my panties.
He chuckles, the low rumble sending a little shock up my spine. “Someone is eager.”
Taking advantage of his focus on the road, I reach over,feeling the hard outline of his own impatience. “I'm not the only one who's eager,” I say. His cock pulses against my hand for a brief moment before he grabs my wrist in a firm grip, moving my hand to my lap, holding it there.
“I hope you enjoyed that. Because, to me, it seems like someone needs to learn how to keep her hands to herself.” He kisses my knuckles. “Put your hands under your thighs until we get home.” The command in his voice is so delicious, I want to glut myself on it.
The rest of the drive is torment. He continues to tease me, a kiss to my neck, fluttering touches to my thigh, tracing the shell of my ear with one finger. When we pull into his drive, I almost fling myself from the car, mad with the need of some kind of release.
As if reading my mind, he pulls the keys from the ignition and orders me to stay put.
“Anything you want to discuss before we go upstairs?” He asks as he opens my door.
“No,” I say with full confidence. We’d gone over any necessary boundaries in our texts. He tilts his head a little, waiting. “No, sir,” I amend.
“That's better,” he hums, grinning with satisfaction. I take his offered hand and step out of the car. “I'll get your bag, and you keep your hands behind your back until I tell you otherwise. Understood?”
I nod, clasping my hands obediently behind my back.
“Words.” The stern tone makes my pulse drop from behind my ribs to between my thighs.
“Yes, sir.”
