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Kierse’s mouth formed anO.

“Lyra.”

Chapter Fifty

Lyra Anderson on stage at the New Amsterdam Aerial Gardens theater, playing her rendition of Hermia, was a revelation. Kierse had thought she was a triumph on their opening night during the auction. With a few weeks of regular shows, she had transformed into an otherworldly creature. The crowd grew still and silent every time she appeared on the stage.

This was the fourth show that Kierse had seen in so many nights. Graves had gone to the first with her, and he was here again tonight. His hand rested on her inner thigh under her dress as they watched from a secluded table to the right of the stage, closest to the backstage door.

“You think this will work?”

“After what she said to you at the auction?” he asked with a smirk.

“Iamirresistible,” she teased.

His hand inched higher. “You are.”

She spread her legs wider under the table and let him find that she’d opted out of panties for the night. The dress was a form-fitting navy silk that showed every line and curve. She hadn’t had a single pair of underwear that worked with it.

Graves stilled the second he found out. “Wren…”

“Hmm?” she asked coyly.

“Can you be quiet?”

She shook her head but didn’t stop him as he slid his fingers higher. She inhaled sharply, feeling the flex of his magic surround them. She could still hear the stage performance, but no one would be able to hear them. That wouldn’t keep her face from revealing what he was doing to her, however.

His eyes were trained on her as she tried to hide her emotions. His fingers thick and slippery deep inside of her. His thumb pressing insistently against her clit. Anyone could see their secret intrusion. She hoped that the evening darkness hid them. She wasn’t sure that it did.

And still Graves didn’t let up. Nor did she want him to.

She bit into her lip, stifling a cry that only they would be able to hear.

Graves pressed his lip to the shell of her ear. “Are you going to come for me, Wren?”

“I…” she gasped.

“Let your powers down.”

She let him into her mind. Showed him how close she was, how she could barely contain herself, and the look on his face as he stole her breath. She wanted to say fuck it all and have him spread her open on this table.

His eyes turned dark at the thought. “I could oblige.”

She wasn’t sure if he was teasing or serious. But just the thought sent her over the edge. A breathless gasp ripped out of her as she came against his fingers.

“Pity,” he said as he slipped free of her and reached for a napkin.

She crossed her legs and waited for her breathing to return to normal. She felt shaky from her orgasm.

“We’re supposed to be working,” she accused him.

“How can I resist when you’re on display for me?” he asked as he slipped his arm across her shoulders.

“You’re filthy.”

“Is that a complaint?”

He knew it wasn’t.

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