Page 103 of Reluctantly Rogue

It’s been casual and completely appropriate.

Holding hands was sweet, and something I’ve never done with anyone else. It felt completely natural with Jonah. He’s also looped his arm around my shoulders as we looked at exhibits, or when we were standing in line. At one point, he stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around me. He’s rested his hand on my lower back when escorting me through a crowd or just now as we were choosing our seats in this auditorium.

I’ve loved all of it. Public displays of affection are definitely on my Like It list.

Jonah takes up a lot of space, his leg pressing against mine, his arm crowding mine on the armrest between us. I don’t mind. I love touching him. I love when he’s touching me. I press closer, leaning into him.

We’re sitting toward the back and there are several rows between us and the group of grade schoolers who are taking in this show with us.

Jonah shifts, placing one big hand on my thigh just above my knee. Tingles explode and I lean closer, pressing my shoulder into his.

He starts drawing a lazy circle with his index finger on the inner portion of my thigh just above my knee. I give a little hum of pleasure and he shoots me a look.

I meet his gaze and don’t say anything. But I do move my knees apart slightly.

He gives me a half grin. “Good girl,” he says softly.

My eyebrows rise. I don’t really know what this is all about, but I like it so far.

The lights dim and almost immediately Jonah’s hand slides up my thigh under the edge of my skirt.

Okay, this is fun.

As the program begins and everyone leans back in their seats to gaze upward at the night sky overhead, Jonah’s hand continues up my thigh.

“So now we’re going to find out if you like getting naughty in public when you might get caught,” he says quietly. “And if you can stay quiet.”

I press my lips together as his fingers brush across the crotch of my panties. I grip the armrests.

“What do you think?” he asks, his voice low and husky.

I nod.

“You like the idea that someone might see my hand up under your sweet little dress?”

I swallow and nod again.

We’re alone in our row, and there’s no one seated right in front or behind us. There is a couple in the same row but across the aisle and several seats in. And, of course, it’s very dark in here. Still, I do feel a thrill dance through me, thinking about what someone might see if they looked over.

“There’s a kid who works here back by the door,” Jonah says. “He’s probably barely old enough to drink. But he was checking you out when we walked in. I’ll bet he’d love a look at you spreading your legs and having a finger fucking this sweet pussy.”

I gasp. His words shock me, but so does the stab of heat they bring.

I’mnotan exhibitionist. I’m certain of that.

But as Jonah slips his finger under the elastic edge of my panties and strokes over my clit, I look around. And I’m not so sure I’d stop him if someone walked by.

“There’s no one by the back door,” I whisper.

Jonah’s finger teases my clit, then slides lower, dipping just inside me and making me have to bite back a moan.

“Hmmm,” he says, clearly unbothered. “He must be walking around, making sure everyone is behaving.”

My pussy clenches.

I’m shocked by that.

Jonah slips his finger deeper. “You’re so wet, Duchess.”

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