Page 110 of Fake Out Hearts

“What are you doing?” I whisper to him as the conversation continues on around us.

He leans a little closer, dropping his voice so low that only I can hear him. “I think you know exactly what I’m doing, princess. The question is, do you want me to stop?”

My pulse picks up, thudding rapidly. I do know what he’s doing. The way his fingers have found their way between my legs makes that abundantly clear.

And I also know my answers.

“No. Don’t stop.”

He grins. “Good answer.”

He turns away from me, saying something to Andrew. But I can’t pay attention to any of his words as his fingers drag slowly over the crotch of my panties, teasing my clit through the fabric. My legs spread on their own, silently giving him better access.

He increases the pressure, tracing circles around my clit, and I let out a slow breath. It takes everything I have to keep a neutral expression on my face, and to hold back the moan building in the back of my throat.

With the way the tablecloth falls from the table, no one can see what Theo is doing to me, but I still can’t believe he’s doing it in public like this—and right in front of Shawn, no less. The asshole across the table doesn’t seem to have noticed anything happening, but I can tell that there’s a possessive edge to the way Theo is touching me, as if he wants to prove how much I’m his by making me come in front of Shawn.

And holy fuck, that’s exactly what he’s going to do. He’s barely moving his fingers, careful to keep his movements discreet, but the tantalizing pressure mixed with the adrenalinerush of knowing we could get caught has my heart pounding already.

As if he can tell, Theo leans closer a moment later, his lips brushing my ear.

“Are you gonna fall apart for me right here?” he breathes. “This time, you really do need to stay quiet. Can you do that?”

I dip my chin once in a tiny nod. There’s no way I’ll let a sound escape, even though I’m a whimpering, panting mess on the inside.

“Good girl.”

He grins, taking a sip of his wine with his free hand as he goes back to speaking to Andrew. His voice is steady and calm, giving away nothing—even as he tugs aside the crotch of my panties and slides two fingers into me.

I gasp softly, then clear my throat to cover it, nodding along to something Andrew just said even though I’m not really listening. Julie joins the conversation with Andrew and Theo, and I focus on staying quiet as sparks of pleasure dance up and down my spine.

Theo’s talented fingers keep going, fucking me slow and deep as his thumb finds my clit, taking over there and giving me just enough friction to make my legs tremble slightly.

I’m close. God, I’m so close.

I bite my lip so hard that it aches, and when the pleasure finally crests inside me, I suddenly wonder if I lied to Theo. Can I really keep myself from making a noise?

Fortunately, Theo gives me just the cover I need. He turns toward me again, leaning in close like he’s whispering something to me. It gives me the perfect opportunity to hide my face against his shoulder just as my orgasm hits. Pleasure pulses through me in waves, and Theo’s fingers never stop fucking me as I let out a tiny whimper.

Thankfully, live music starts playing from somewhere, drowning out the din of conversation happening all around us as well as the sound I couldn’t hold back. I cling to Theo’s forearm like an anchor while the orgasm washes through me, and when it finally ebbs, I look up to find him gazing down at me with a heated, satisfied expression.

His fingers tease me a little more as they work their way out, making me squirm. I can’t believe we just did that—or that we seem to have gotten away with it. It’s easily the wildest, most reckless thing I’ve ever done.

But it’s also the hottest.

As I slowly start to come down from the high, I realize the music is coming from a band set up on the stage where the auctioneer was earlier. There’s a pianist backed by a cellist and percussionist, and they’re playing upbeat music that fits the atmosphere of the event perfectly.

Andrew and Julie finish their dinners before Theo and I do, so they excuse themselves with polite nods before melting into the crowd of people now dancing to the music.

That leaves us alone with Shawn, who glances at us with a sour look on his face.

Theo ignores him, tipping my chin up and kissing me before murmuring, “I think we’ve stayed long enough. You ready to get out of here?”

I nod, because I really am ready to get away from my shitty ex. But I can’t hide my grin as I whisper, “Honestly, I don’t even know if I can stand without falling over.”

“Good thing you’ll have me to catch you.” Theo winks at me before standing and helping me up.

Although I can feel Shawn watching our every move, I steadfastly ignore him. But once Theo is sure I’m steady on my feet, he surprises me by reaching across the table to Shawn.

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