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After she turns her attention back to Helen—the woman beside her—I slide my thumb along the silky line where her crossed legs meet.
Andholy hell, she ever-so-slowly uncrosses them. My hand slips between her barely parted thighs, the velvety flesh burning both sides of my fingers as she tenses and traps me there.
When she slips her hand beneath the table and grabs my wrist, I think I’ve gone too far. Until she parts her legs, releasing my imprisoned fingers, and forces them higher, inviting my touch. All without missing a beat in her conversation.
The cake on my fork trembles as I bring it to my mouth. While she remains deep in conversation with Helen, she removes her hold on my wrist. Beginning a sensual exploration up the inside of her thigh, I note with each centimetre I cover, her skin grows hotter. When my pinkie finally touches the crotch of her damp panties, I stifle a groan behind a cough.
She continues to talk with Helen, and even though she’s pretending to ignore me, she’s aware of every movement my fingers make. I know because she’s pressing her thigh hardagainst mine, spreading herself wider for me. Giving me permission.
She’s radiating heat all over my fingers, the material between her legs so damp I can’t resist any longer. I grip the far edge of her panties’ crotch and draw it toward me. Waiting until the moment she places another bite of tiramisù between her lips, I glide the knuckle of my index finger through her hot, wet centre. From entrance to clit, I study her profile, taking in the flare of her nostril, the frozen set of her jaw, and finally, the swallow in her throat.
If she looks at me, I know damn well she’ll see me mirroring her reactions. But she doesn’t turn her head even a millimetre. I don’t move either. Because my mind’s whirling with a million thoughts that keep coming back to just one. Apart from the obvious, did my brain correctly interpret what the back of my knuckle encountered? Or more accurately,didn’tencounter?
Desperate to discover if I’m right, I reposition my hold on her panties and touch my fingertip to her labia. Then I make a slow journey up one side, and down the other until I stop at her entrance. And suck in a silent breath. I’d been right. She’s completely bare.
Fuck.
She’s so hot and slippery, it takes complete control of my muscles not to sink my finger deep inside her. Instead, I wait. The moment her mouth closes around another piece of cake, I dip into her enough to coat my finger to the second knuckle before gliding up to her clit and circling with a featherlight touch.
Loud enough to hear, a soft groan rumbles in her throat.
I freeze when Helen leans forward, raising a piece of cake on her fork. “It’s heavenly, isn’t it?”
“It’s … something, that’s for sure,” Jamie says, her thigh trembling against mine.
Helen pins her gaze on me. Reluctantly, I move my hand back to my own thigh. “What do you think, Gavin? It must be quite a treat to taste this sort of thing after …” Her voice fades away, suddenly too awkward to finish the sentence.
I bring my hand out from under the table and, using the finger coated with Jamie’s arousal, I press it to the crumbs on my plate. When I glance up, Jamie’s feverish eyes watch me from beneath dark lashes. Then, sucking the tiny cake morsels from the tip of my finger, I taste her for the first time in a room full of people.
My gaze flicks to Helen, who’s still waiting for my answer. “Delicious,” I agree, giving her a warm smile before I catch Jamie’s eye. “Leaves a lingering sweetness on the tongue.”
As a flush races up Jamie’s neck, she rises from her chair and places a hand on my shoulder. Digging her fingers into my muscles, she leans in and whispers, “I’m going to the ladies. Then we’re sneaking out of here. Meet me in the foyer.”
I’m relieved she’s given me some time, because I can’t move with this raging hard-on straining at my zipper. I’ll need at least a few minutes.
Fortunately, Helen helps out by engaging me in a few tales from previous Christmas dinners she’s attended.
As I listen, my gaze travels around the room, catching on that fucking sleaze. That fucking sleaze who’s getting up and heading toward the foyer. Towardmywoman.
Chapter 35
Jamie
Slamming and locking the stall door, I collapse against it and take long, deep breaths.
Surrounded by colleagues and their partners, I almost shattered into a million pieces. The way Gavin just touched me, like no one ever has before, lit me up like the Harbour Bridge on New Year’s Eve. But the moment he tasted me on his finger … Oh my God …that’swhat had me almost coming undone. Hisactions had been so wicked and wildly inappropriate, I should be outraged.
Yet, the only thing raging is the heat between my legs. Closing my eyes, I remind myself that it wasn’t Gavin’s fault. He’d simply put a hand on my knee. I’m the one who opened my legs like a sex-starved hussy and invited him in.
When I’d walked into the kitchen earlier, he’d raked a gaze over me so searing my panties were practically singed. Was it any wonder I lost my sanity when he touched my knee? Not to mention how incredibly fucking hot he looks tonight in that suit. The moment I laid eyes on him standing oh-so-casually in the kitchen, my whole body roared to life, but that was nothing compared to right now.
Fingers bunching in my skirt, my legs shake as the intense ache begs for release. Release which would only take seconds.
I snap my eyes open. That’s not what I want. I wanthistouch. I want Gavin Lake to make me come. I want him to give me my first male-induced orgasm. And I want that tonight. As soon as possible.
Hurriedly finishing up in the restroom, I burst through the door, hoping to find Gavin waiting for me in the foyer so I can grab him and get the hell out of here.
Intent on finding his tall, powerful frame, I don’t notice Simon until he barrels into my personal space and forces me backwards. When my bare shoulder blades connect with the cold concrete wall, I gasp.
