Page 60 of Please Don't Leave Me

I stand up and check myself out in the mirror one more time before heading out to meet the car.

"How do I look, Pepin?"

I turn to him sitting on the bed and do a slow twirl. Pepin starts panting with his mouth open, so it looks like he's smiling at me.

"Thank you. I think so too."

I kiss him on the forehead and grab my clutch.

On the drive over,I start getting nervous. I'm not sure why it hasn't fully hit me till now. I'm going to be surrounded by hundreds of millionaires, and I'll have to blend in with them. I hope Matt doesn't ever leave me hanging by myself, but I also don't want to seem clingy. I take in a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. My dress is tight, and it slightly restricts my breathing, so I take another one.

The car pulls up to a large, beautiful building, and the front steps are littered with people. Camera flashes go off, and people greet each other with side hugs in an attempt to avoid wrinkling their outfits. I spot Matt waiting by the curb for me, and I am so grateful that I don't have to go in alone and try to find him.

When I step out of the car, his chest rises with a deep breath, and a grin spreads across his face. I first step out with the leg that has the high slit in the dress, and Matt's face goes from a grin to pure animalistic hunger. I can see it in his eyes, and it gives me a sick satisfaction knowing that I did that to him. He cocks his neck side to side and rolls his shoulders as if trying to get comfortable in his own skin. I have rarely seen him flustered, so this is very amusing for me.

"I was secretly hoping you'd pick that one." I walk up to him, and he grabs my hand, directing me into a full spin to show him all sides of me. "You are stunning. I'm going to have every investor in the palm of my hands tonight, solely because they will be so captivated by you."

"And what will the wives think of that?"

"My guess is they'll be eyeing the sight of you too." He winks at me.

I roll my eyes and link my arm in his as we walk up the stairs to the main entrance. Matt doesn't bother to stop and talk to anyone on the way in. He is a man on a mission right now. I don't know exactly what that mission is, but I guess I'm along for the ride.

We get checked in, and someone escorts us to our table. The table seats 10 people, and I start to wonder who we will be seated with and if I'll know them. We don't sit just yet, though. Matt takes my hand and starts heading for a hallway tucked away on the side of the main event area.

I'm starting to realize what his mission was, and I can't hold back my smile. I look around as we get further down the hall, checking to see if anyone is down there or if anyone might have seen us come over here.

He quickly pulls me to the side, which throws me slightly off balance, and I grab his arm to stabilize myself. He wraps a hand around each of my wrists, lifts them above my head, and pins me to a wall behind a large pillar.

His face is so close to mine that I can feel his breath on my lips. My body is racing with adrenaline for so many reasons; I wasn't expecting this part of the night to happen so soon, so it takes me by surprise, as does the thrill of someone finding us. I've learned that Matt has a thing for doing sexual activities in places where other people might catch us.

He doesn't press his lips to mine yet, and they are aching for the touch of his.

"I don't want to ruin your makeup before the evening even begins."

He moves his head so my lips are right by his ear and his by mine. He switches his grip on my wrists, so now both of them are in only one of his hands. With the other, he feels across my hip until he finds the top of the slit. His hand enters my dress and runs along my inner thigh until he reaches my center. He wastes no time and pulls my panties down with one hand so they are now stretched around my thighs.

He inserts two fingers because he knows well enough now that I can take it. I gasp into his ear and press my face to his cheek. I'm trying not to smudge my makeup, but I need to be pressed against him.

His fingers move in me and find that sweet spot. I moan at the feel of his forceful hand shaking violently, pulling metoward release. I'm so horny at this point that it doesn't take long for me to come all over his hand.

"Good girl," he whispers into my ear, and it makes my body shake in the aftermath of pleasure.

He removes his fingers and releases my wrists from above my head. He pulls out his pocket square and neatly unfolds it to wipe me off of his hand, then folds it back up. I should be grossed out, but I'm not. Part of me likes the idea of him talking to people all night without them knowing that his pocket square, mere feet from their faces, is wet with my cum. And I know that is exactly why he did that.

I reach down to pull my panties up when he stops me with his hand.

"Take those off."

I look into his eyes as I slowly bend over, pull them down my legs, and step out of them. When I'm leaning forward, I quickly glance down the hallway to make sure no one can see me.

"Those are mine."

He reaches out for them, and I hand them over to him. He stuffs it into his inside jacket pocket and then pats it from the outside, giving me a wink.

He takes my hand and walks us to the nearest restroom, where I go in and clean myself up as best as I can. It's a good thing this dress is black, so hopefully, there won't be an obvious wet spot where I came on my dress. After I'm finished in the stall, I wash my hands in the sink. As I'm reaching for the stack of clean hand towels, someone gets my attention.

"I love your shoes."

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