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A quick glance to make sure that everyone is preoccupied with what’s going on at their table, and I reach down to palm his hard cock in my hand. “Oh, I think I have some idea.”

He chokes slightly on his scotch. Not enough so that anyone really pays attention. He mumbles softly.Jesus Christ. Before he clears his throat, looking at me straight on with flaming eyes. His voice is even deeper than it was earlier when he asks.

“You sure you wanna do that?”

His eyes darken even further, full of life and fire. I love this look on him, love the fact that I’m the one who brings it out.

“I’m completely sure,” I whisper. Because I’m taking this in my own hands, so to speak. He doesn’t direct me in everything we do, I can be sexual with him and not be ashamed at the way he makes me feel. He lets me be who I am, and who I am with him is completely different than I thought I was.

“You just wait until I get you back in the limo.” It’s a promise I hope he keeps.

“Promises, promises.”

A grin transforms his face. “We’ll see what you’re saying when that mouth of yours is full of me.”

Squeezing my thighs together, I think about what he’s saying and I can’t eat anything else, all I want is him, and it can’t come quick enough for me. “Can we leave yet?”

“As much as I would like to, we have to make one more round of the tables.”

“Then let’s do it fast so we can get out of here?”

He kisses my cheek. “I like the way you think.”

His outstretched hand grabs hold of mine and as he pulls me from table to table, I smirk knowing our secret.

CHAPTER 22

TRISTAN

Getting Amelia back into our limo happens at just the right time. We’ve been teasing each other off and on since she moaned, but this is it. We’re finally alone. I help her step into the back, turning around to wave at the public before I scoot in next to her.

“Straight to the house?” the driver asks. Parker sits next to him, and I know there are enough members of our security team around, we’re safe on the thirty-minute drive.

“Sounds good,” I answer smoothly. “We’d like some privacy, please.”

The privacy window goes up, separating us from the front seat, and prying eyes of the other people in the limo with us.

“Tris,” Amelia gasps slightly. “Really?”

Turning to her, I pull her hand to the crotch of my tuxedo pants. “Does this feel like I’m playing around?”

Her eyes dilate, her mouth opens slightly as her palmcurls around my length. “Feels like you’re playing with a full deck.” She licks her lips, smirking slightly.

“I’ve waited too long,” I whisper, grabbing her hand in mine, pulling her across the bench seat of the limo, “to have you in my arms. All night, this is exactly what I’ve wanted.”

Her thighs straddle mine, and her breath catches as my cock punches up into her core through our clothing. “Me too,” she whispers, closing her eyes slowly, licking her lips again with the same speed.

It’s like we’re in this slow-mo dream sequence in a movie. She reaches behind her, taking her hair down. The length goes down her back, curling around her body. It’s enough to shroud us in privacy as she leans forward. Goddamn the fragrant shampoo she uses encompasses us in a hazy cloud of arousal. From now until the end of my days this scent will turn me on. Now that her hair is down, her fingers slide up under my jacket, shrugging it off my shoulders.

“You look hot like this,” she says before swallowing hard. Her pulse throbs at her throat, showing just how excited she is. “The beard on your face, the bluish-black stains under your eyes, your muscles straining against a tuxedo shirt, your cock straining against the pants.” She grinds down slightly on me.

Tilting my head back on a groan, I take my hands from her hips, running them up her stomach and cupping her breasts through the material of her dress. They move up, sneaking beneath the fabric, teasing the nipples pulled tightly against her skin. It’s then that I lean forward in the seat, taking her lips with mine. The kiss is out of control from the moment our tongues touch.

It’s a fast and furious fuck of two people who’ve been undertremendous amounts of stress and all they want is to feel one another. My hands work their way up her body, tangling in the soft fall of her curls. Her fingers tangle in my shirt, pulling at the material. I feel it clear the waistband of my pants, and even that small change in touch is enough to make my cock jump, make me want even more of what I know she can give me.

Pulling back, I open my eyes, lifting them slightly so we’re looking into one another’s gaze. Her eyes are dark, dilated, and full of arousal. “You look hot like this,” I whisper, pressing up into her heat. “Your hair down around your shoulders, your lipstick smeared against your lips, your nipples straining against the fabric of your dress.”

She makes a noise deep in her throat, coming back in for another meeting of flesh. It’s not the flesh I want to meet, but as she grinds against me, I’ll take whatever I can get. There’s something primal about arousing her. I live for it, love it, and promise to do it as often as possible.

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