Her breath catches and eyes dart to the crowd. She shifts slightly, and I know it presses deeper in her insides. I know it teases that soft little spot that makes her thighs twitch.
I adjust the strap of her red dress, allowing my knuckles to brush the top of her breast. She doesn’t stop me.
“Hold still,” I whisper.
My hand finds the small of her back. I spread my fingers across that sweet curve just above her ass, where I’ve bruised her before. Her nipples tighten under the fabric.
Her body’s giving her away. She’s a mess of lust and need, her pussy only growing wetter by the moment.
I can’t wait to fuck her mercilessly later.
I guide her through the ballroom, and her mouth stays polite, her eyes lower than mine.I steer us toward a group of donors. They talk, and she smiles way too widely.
That’s fine. It was better if they thought she’s uncomfortable because she’s shy.
At the bar, we both order whiskey neat. I make sure the bartender hears her voice shake.
She presses her thighs together and I trail my fingers along the inside of the exposed part, just under the slit of her dress. I keep tracing higher, until I feel the heat of her soaked thong.
I drag my thumbnail along the edge, and she nearly drops her drink.
“You’d come for me right here?” I whisper. “With all of them watching?”
Her lips part but no sound comes out.
I press harder against her thigh, refusing to let her look away.
“Roman,” she whispers.
I turn fully to face her, grip both of her wrists, and push them up until her back hits the wall behind the bar. I block the view with my body, close enough to feel the press of her breasts against my chest, and to make sure she feels the hard press of my thick cock on her skin.
“Please, what?” I ask.
She stares up at me, eyes wide, chest rising fast. I don’t give her time.
My hand finds the waistband of her thong and slips beneath it. My fingers slide along her soaked slit. Her hips jerk forward.
“Please take me home,” she pants. “I need you.”
I can’t take it anymore either.
I lean down until my mouth is at her ear.
“I’m going to ruin you the second that door shuts.”
We leave immediately, arriving at the vehicle and I shut the door behind her.
She slides in without a word, back straight, thighs pressed tight together like she’s trying to trap the sensation inside her. I sit across from her instead of beside her.
Her lip quivers.
I lift the remote and hold it between two fingers.
“Say it.”
“I want to come.” She closes her eyes, breath stuttering. “Take it out.”
“Why?”
