Page 119 of Pretty Obsessed

"I can feel it."

I moved my knuckle towards the inside of his thigh. "Can you?"

"Very much so. In my chest among other areas."

"Is this a good feeling?" I rubbed my shoulder into his, striving for as much contact as possible without being overly obscene about it.

"Very good." His voice caught as my touch found the crease of his hip.

I pushed closer, bringing our hips together and shielding what I did from view a bit more. "Should I continue?"

He nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes."

I released the grip on his hand, taking full access to his pocket and seeking out his cock. I risked a glance, needing to see his expression.

His lips parted in a silent moan as I brushed over his hard-on. I teased down the full length of him, finding wetness pooling at his tip.

"Wow."

"I blame you," he whispered.

"I will take all the blame." I curled my fingers around him, stroking him roughly.

He whimpered out a moan. "I'm not going to be able to hide this."

"Good." I kept up my play, unrelenting.

"Do you want me to come in the middle of a museum?"

"Maybe." The idea exhilarated me.

"And you're going to make me go to a Michelin Star dinner with a big wet spot?" He didn't object, nor did his tone sound like he would.

"Would you stop me if that's what I wanted?" Another glance over.

This time he tore his gaze away from the painting, giving me a crooked grin. "No. It is your birthday."

"So you'd say no any other day of the year?" I didn't think he would.

"I guess it depends on how horny you've made me, River." Emory rubbed his arm over mine again.

"We had sex right before we left, so this is only because of my birthday?"

His attention dropped to the bulge in my pants before slowly lifting to meet my eyes. "No. That wasn't enough. I've been turned on since you got to the hotel last night."

His words stirred something deep in my chest. A primal response awakening me to my core. "We've…" I counted in my head.

He laughed and shrugged. "So? Is that bad?"

"Not in the least." I turned into him, not releasing his cock. "It makes me want you more."

He eyed me up. "I think we'll be kicked out if we do it here."

I groaned out a chuff. "I don't think Alexander or either of our publicists would be happy if we did that."

"No shit. I think my publisher would have a cow. A literal actual cow because of their brand."

I had to laugh at that, imagining the trouble. "They'd kill us…but it might be worth it."

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