Page 51 of The Butterfly Effect
“I guess you’d better keep quiet then.”
He moved the fabric of my panties to the side, sliding his finger along my slit, and when a small whine slipped from my lips, he devoured my mouth with his. I moved my arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as he ran small circles around my clit. I rocked my hips against his movements and rode his hand, and when he pulled back, I gasped.
“You’re so wet, baby. Tell me, who made you this wet?” When I tried to push my hips to meet him again, he moved his hand back farther.
“You did.”
My voice turned quickly to a whimper, and I bucked my hips again, trying to meet his touch. He returned his fingers to their original pace, moving from my clit to slide two fingers into me.
“Are you still jealous?” He didn’t slow down his pace, curling his fingers and rubbing against my spot while he made circles around my clit.
“No.”
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
I clenched around his fingers, and I was quickly reaching my peak with a party of rich businessmen and women on the other side of the wall. Heat rushed to my core. “You. It belongs to you.”
“Say my name, baby.”
“William!”
He sped up, forcing me to crash into a blinding orgasm, and my legs locked and gave out beneath me. William held me up as he rode out the waves of my climax, and I panted against him. “Good girl,” he whispered before dropping the fabric of my dress and letting it fall between us.
I reached up and ran my hand along his face, pulling his lips to mine and kissing him slowly before running my finger along my lips to fix any smudged lipstick. I moved to my hair, checking to make sure pins were still in place and tucking a loose strand behind my ear. He straightened his tie and brushed his hands down his suit, nodding to me and unlocking the door.
“We’ll continue this later, but for now, what do you think about ditching this party?” A mischievous grin crossed his face, and I had a feeling we’d be continuing this a lot sooner than later.
I shrugged, grinning back in his direction. “I’m down.”
He pulled the door open and escorted me out, ignoring any sideways glances as if we didn’t just crawl out of a separate room back into a crowd. At least nobody with a camera was standing right there, but as put together as William always looked, it probably didn’t even look like we had done anything. Unless you looked at the deep blush that was undoubtedly covering my neck and cheeks.
Demetri walked up, looking pointedly at our empty hands. “I thought you were getting drinks?” He raised his eyebrow, looking at William.
“We were, but something came up. And now we’re going to head out, so tell Mom and Dad I’ll call them tomorrow and come by before we leave.” William clapped his brother on the shoulder and turned back towards me.
Demetri scoffed but didn’t argue. “You owe me,” he murmured under his breath, and William waved him off over his shoulder before wrapping his arm around my waist.
“Let’s get out of here.”
I should expectto get an earful from my parents for taking off in the middle of the biggest event they’d throw all year, but I wanted to get Julianna alone. She had impressed my family, exactly like I’d assured her she would, and part of me was sure my parents and probably my brother favored her over me already. It wasn’t like I could blame them; the woman had intoxicated me the first night we’d met.
The car I’d asked Stuart to have dropped off was brought to the front by the valet, and I opened the door for her. When I climbed into the driver’s seat, she was running her fingers along the leather, observing that it wasn’t remotely as nice as the leather in my Aston Martin.
“Where are we going?” She gazed lazily around the car, relaxing into the heated seat.
“I’m going to show you Chicago, baby.”
She raised her eyebrow. “In the dark?”
“Just trust me.” A small, contented smile planted itself on her face, and she watched out of the windows as I drove through the streets. There were plenty of cars and people walking around, and everything glistened with strands of Christmas lights.
I drove her past the Christmas tree in Millennium Park, watching her widen her eyes at the display. People gathered around the tree, listening to a choir sing and taking pictures. The lights reflected in her gaze, and her childlike excitement pulled at my chest.
She continued to stare at the crowds while I drove, passing by heavily decorated buildings, until we pulled up at Navy Pier. I parked and got out, rounding the car to open her door. Confusion crossed her face, noting the nearly abandoned parking lot and lack of people.
“Come on.” I grabbed her hand, weaving her fingers with mine and guiding her to the entrance. It was dark, but we walked through the doorway and out to the pier.
“William, what are we doing here?”
