“You’re a sheriff.Politicking is a big part of your job,isn’t it?”
“I have to do it.Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“Youdolook a little uncomfortable.”
“I don’t see how this night could get any more uncomfortable.”
“Wanna bet?”
I can see the wheels turning in her head.Oh, no.Thenagain, this could be fun.
“Sure.”
“What do you want to wager?”
Hmm… let me see.It has to be something we’d both enjoy.I’ve got it!Leaning close, I whisper in her ear.“Three orgasms… threedifferent ways.”
Touching my cheek, she softly presses her lips to mine.
“You’re on.”
“I guess we have to wait until the end of the night before Ican claim my victory.”
“Why wait?”she asks.“I can end it all right now.”
“How?”
She motions for me to lean in again and places her lips atmy ear.“I’m not wearing any underwear.”
With a smirk, she walks off toward the bar, swinging herdelectable hips.I try to discern if it’s true, but I can’t see a damn thing.Fuck!
***Casey***
“Champagne, ma’am?”
“Yes, please, and a scotch on the rocks,” I tell thebartender.I hand Ethan his drink as he walks up to me.“You look like youshould be drinking a martini, shaken, not stirred.”
Hedoeslook gorgeous in his tux.I can see why thesharks are circling—there’s blood in the water.The way they’re looking at me,I should be dead already.He downs the drink in one gulp and orders another.
“My, my… What’s this?”
Is he going to drink away his discomfort?He takes my elbowand leads me to a table in the far corner of the room.It’s one of the fewtables that only seats two, and is flanked by two huge potted plants.He pullsout my chair and, looking miserable, plops down in his, to my right.
“What’s wrong?”
“You win,” he concedes.
With a triumphant smile, I lean back in my chair.My mindwanders, a shiver of excitement running down my spine at the thought ofcollectingmyreward.To calm my thudding heart, I take in oursurroundings.The room is abuzz with chatter, scattered laughter, and theclinking of glasses.The air smells of money—champagne, designer clothes, andperfume.Gold-colored chandeliers hang from the beams on the ceiling, givingthe room a golden hue.Each table is covered with a floor-length white cloth,embroidered with an intricate, gold design, topped with centerpieces of white callalilies.I note that the chairs are also gold, with white cushions.It’s allvery fitting for a hotel called Mount Olympus.
Someone taps a champagne glass with a fork, and a gentlemansteps up to the podium.Ethan moves closer to me, draping his arm over the backof my chair.
Under the table, he places his hand on my knee.He seemstotally involved in the man’s speech, so I think nothing of it.When the guestslaugh at a joke, which I didn’t get, his hand slowly glides north.His facegives absolutely no indication of what he’s doing.When he slides to the insideof my thigh, I have to fight back a moan.He leans toward me, his face void ofemotion.
“Open.”
His voice is a different story.It comes out gravelly, thickwith desire.Thanking the heavens for the floor-length tablecloth, I do as heinstructed.His fingers crawl up my thigh like a spider on a wall.Thanks tothe slit, my dress doesn’t even move.I shiver as he massages my thigh, slowlymoving up.He brushes his fingers across my pussy, testing if I was telling thetruth.With his fingers pointing downward, he presses the side of his indexfinger down on me.He caresses me, his knuckle rubbing against my clit.Nervously, I glance at the people seated at the closest table.Their backs areturned, and they’re totally oblivious to what’s taking place behind them.Thestruggle to keep calm is killing me.Ethan’s sitting there looking cool andcollected while my insides are slowly unraveling.He turns his palm to face meand slides his middle finger inside me.His thumb presses on my clit as heleans in again.
“Enjoying your victory?”
