Page 90 of Delicate Storm

Strong hands grip my waist from behind and I startle until a warmth hits my neck and Easton’s husky voice penetrates my senses. “You look tense. Let me fix that.”

I try to turn but he holds me in place, my strength no match for his own. “Keep your eyes forward, D’Angelo. No matter what happens. Trust me.”

I barely know him, and yet I don’t have to think to decide that I trust him completely and I don’t award that faith to many.

Nodding by way of answer, I keep my eyes on the stage, butterflies swarming my chest as he subtly drags me back, only stopping when I’m pressed against him.

Then his hands disappear.

He’s so still that if I couldn’t feel him against my back, I’d assume he was gone. But on top of his touch, there’s a heat radiating between us. A spark. The signal that our moment has come.

My mind whirls with possibilities during the excruciatingly long minute before the tips of his fingers scrape the back of my legs through my dress, making me jump.

I recover quickly and cough to hide the sudden movement while at the same moment Easton glides his leg between mine, forcing them apart. “We can do this here, discreetly, with my fingers inside your pussy, or I can take you behind this wall and fuck you with a little more abandon, both while we listen to your dad’s grand speech.”

Oh God.The venue we booked has been partitioned off to allow space for the auction. And since the auction is now closed, I’m certain that section is clear. But the idea of getting caught has my pulse spiking and arousal pooling at my center.

I rock my hips, brushing my ass against Easton, and he grows hard behind me, the bulge in his pants pressing into me, making me more desperate to touch him.

I want his fingers, but more than that, Ineedhis cock. I need him to lose control just as much as I do.

Without a word, I walk away, keeping close to the wall on my way to the auction area, my heart beating so fast, it’s hurting my chest.

When I round the corner, out of sight, I heave in a relieved breath. But it’s short-lived. Within a heartbeat, Easton’s there, pushing me against the wall as his hand slips beneath my dress.

“You were right about the torture of anticipation,” he growls, his voice deliciously deep. “But it’s going to be that much more satisfying when I finally sink inside you.”

Jesus. My legs clench and I want to tell him to do it now. I’m ready. I’ve been ready since he had his fingers inside me hours ago, but I’m also greedy and want it all.

“Fuck me with your fingers first; you owe me that. And then, I want your cock.”

“Fuck, Paige. You’re really something else, you know that?” His fingers drift through my center as he speaks, back and forth before he applies a little pressure and my breath hitches, stopping me from answering.

My head falls back as Easton continues to tease me, but when I finally allow myself to relax and enjoy his slow movements, he pumps a finger inside me, immediately curling it to rub against my walls.

My hips buck as I gasp. “OhGod,” I rush out, clenching my teeth as he rolls my clit with his thumb, working my heat, his fingers like magic.

“You’re always so ready for me,” he whispers, leaning into me, his free hand gliding along my silk dress until he reaches my breasts, squeezing me through the material.

He groans when he finds me braless too, but he shouldn’t be surprised. As if I’d let straps or outlines ruin my glamour.

As if for punishment, he pinches my nipples, and a shot of electricity sparks to my core. But when he gently rubs the pain away, the sensation of the soft material and his warm touch has my body aching for more.

And I’ve changed my mind. “I need you inside me. Now.”

“Not yet, D’Angelo. You can take a little more.”

One of his fingers plays with my ass while the other works my pussy, forcing me to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming.

“Now, Wilder,” I demand somewhat quietly, wrapping my fingers around his tie, pulling him down until we’re face-to-face. “I need younow.”

Reaching for his waistband, I frantically unbutton his pants and lower the zipper before slipping my hands inside, cupping his hard length. He growls as he bucks against me and then he’s spinning me around, pushing my upper body against the wall as he lifts my dress, flashing my ass to whoever may come in.

He waits a few torturous seconds before stepping into me, his fingers spreading my lips before he glides his cock through my slick heat.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he whispers and I push back as I moan, more desperate for him than I’ve ever been before.

He thankfully doesn’t make me wait, sinking into me in one quick movement, groaning as he does.

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