Page 25 of Tempt My Heart

"I was worried you wouldn't want this as much as I did," he said and then gave a low groan that had her clenching around nothing as he pressed his fingers against her more thoroughly.

"And you're not worried about that anymore?" At this point, she wasn't even sure what she was saying, just that she wanted to hear his voice again. The deep silk of it did something to her.

"No."

"No?"

"It's hard to be worried about anything when you're dripping so much for me. My fingers are wet without even having gone inside your underwear. Yet."

He retrieved his hand and leaned back to watch her as he slid two fingers into his mouth and sucked.

"If I thought we could get away with it I would bury my face in that sweet pussy right now." A smirk curled around his lips as he leaned in close, eyes running over her face. "Oh, you like the sound of that, don't you Ali? Another time," he promised and the thought of this happening more than once nearly made her pass out.

She made no reply but the small smile he gave her said he knew the answer regardless. Sliding lower in his seat, Christopher grabbed her right ankle and crooked her leg to one side, hooking it over his own before dragging his hand upwards. Her skin felt like it was vibrating in anticipation as he rocked one finger over the center of her. Her underwear was so soaked she could feel it sticking to her. She needed relief. Now.

Deft fingers pushed her panties to one side and the cool air hitting her in public felt erotic in a way she'd never experienced before.

"I wish I could see you right now," he said, voice hoarse as one finger slowly moved to touch her, sliding over her sensitive bud before he dipped it shallowly inside of her. "So wet, Ali."

She tried to keep her breathing even and failed spectacularly as two fingers pressed more firmly against her clit, squeezing and pinching it softly between them and sending pulsing waves of pleasure through her.

"Do you think you can keep quiet for me, Ali?" Christopher asked as the wet sounds of her pussy drifted up towards them. His fingers moved quicker, coaxing her hips into a rocking motion she couldn't hold back.

"Y-Yes," she whispered and he tutted.

"Then I'm not doing a good enough job."

The angle of his hand shifted so his thumb pressed down on her clit as two fingers slid easily inside her.

"So hot, so wet for me," his words were uttered so low that she knew he hadn't meant to say them aloud. "Does that feel good, Ali? Do you like it when my fingers fuck you like this?"

Oh god, never had she dreamed that she would be here with her boss, letting him speak to her like this. Maybe she'd fantasized about it one or two times, but she'd never thought it would actually happen.

He crooked his fingers and a low moan stole its way out of her throat, choking off abruptly when the server appeared from nowhere with their drinks.

Christopher smiled like he didn't have his fingers in her pussy and she tried to look relaxed, though she could only imagine what she looked like right now. Face flushed, hair probably starting to frizz a little from where her head had been tilted back and rubbing against the velvet of the booth…

A wicked look gleamed in Christopher's eye and he maneuvered a third finger into her, pushing in and out of her faster as their drinks were set down with a soft thump and she tried to keep her mouth shut.

As soon as the server left, he praised her. "You did so good. Kept nice and quiet while I fucked your pussy in front of him."

"Christopher," she begged and he licked his lips and nodded.

His fingers curled, rubbing against the sensitive inner wall as he increased the pressure on her clit until she was seeing stars. He stopped before she could fall over the edge completely and instead began a steady pace as his fingers worked her.

Her muscles tensed and the heat inside her coiled, ready to snap. He increased his speed and she clenched around him, her orgasm sweeping over her so quickly she was breathless, unable to make a sound as her body shook.

"There," he said with more than a hint of smugness in his voice, "aren't you more relaxed now?" He reached for a napkin and used it to wipe away some of the wetness that coated her inner thighs.

The truth was that yes, she did feel more relaxed. The problem? She couldn't imagine never doing that again.

ChapterFourteen

By the time they finished dinner, the paparazzi were waiting for them. Christopher had been right, their presence atThe Hummingbirdhadn’t gone unnoticed and the flash of bright lights immediately overwhelmed her as they stepped out of the alcove and into a press of bodies eager to get close.

A warm arm wrapped around her shoulders as Christopher pulled her into him and tucked her head to his chest so he could better shield her.

“Get back,” he demanded and the power in his voice was lethal. Despite the orgasm she’d just had, she found herself getting worked up again. “Move, now.”

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