Page 104 of Reluctantly Rogue

I nod even though I’m not sure he can see me in the dark. I have a death grip on the arms of this chair.

“That’s so hot and so naughty.” He slides his finger deeper and I have to consciously work not to moan. He moves his finger in and out. “I wonder if I could make you come right here, right now.”

His thumb circles my clit, and I have to press my lips together even harder.

“You won’t make me stop, will you?” He moves his finger in and out again. “You’ll let me do whatever I want to this pussy. You know how good I can make you feel. You don’t care where we are. If I tell you to spread your legs, you will.”

I lean over and put my face against his shoulder, breathing out and giving a quiet moan that is muffled by his shirt.

He chuckles, sounding smug. “Exactly. I can get you to do anything. I am putting fingering in public on your Like It list.”

I see movement out of the corner of my eye and realize that he was exactly right and one of the workers is coming up the aisle.

I tense.

“Oh no,” Jonah says gruffly. “I’m not done.”

I moan into his shoulder again, and he strokes me even as the kid moves closer.

“I don’t know if you can stay quiet though, Duchess,” he says. “You do love to cry out my name.”

I desperately want to moan his name now. And beg for him to add another finger and move faster.

His thumb rubs over my clit. “Lift your head if you don’t want him to wonder what’s going on. Sit up nice and straight. Like a lady.”

I can hear the amusement in his tone. He’s enjoying the fact that he can make me so needy.

Hell, I’m enjoying that too. The kid is coming closer and I sit up, trying to make my posture look normal. That’s difficult with a huge hand between my legs. Jonah rests his head on my shoulder, playing the part of a cuddly boyfriend.

The whole time his finger is moving in and out, his thumb is circling, and I feel an orgasm winding tighter.

The kid moves past our row and I let out a long breath.

I let my eyes slide shut and lean back, ready to let the orgasm take me under.

But Jonah stops and slips his hand out from under my dress.

“Hey,” I protest softly, grabbing his wrist. “That’s not nice.”

“It’s very nice. We added something very fun to your list of things you like.” He leans in and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “You’re welcome.”

I’m sitting there, stunned, trying not to focus entirely on the pulsing between my legs, when the lights come up. Jonah grins, and takes my hand, pulling me to my feet. “Let’s go see what else this museum has to offer.”

I’m distracted as we make our way through more of the museum, even more aware of every single touch, every time Jonah presses a kiss to my temple or the top of my head, every time his hand brushes over my hip, or my back, or my stomach.

Was he touching me like this before? Was he kissing me like this? Or is he getting even more handsy? Is this part of a little game he’s playing?

We’re standing looking at an airplane that I could not tell anyone a single fact about, when he leans in and says in my ear, “Go to the ladies’ room.”

I look up at him. “I don’t need to go.”

He meets my gaze directly and repeats, “Go to the ladies’ room.”

I narrow my eyes, but I can see a little mischief in his expression. I’m intrigued.

“Fine.”

I turn and start down the hallway, but he calls after me, “You have your phone, right?”

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