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Whatever they might be.

But with my hand on Allegra’s cunt, my finger brushing along her wet heat, the way her body vibrates and clings to me, I can’t seem to say no.

And neither can she.

Red flags fly, completely filling my vision, but they don’t stop me from slowly pushing the tip of my finger inside her. She groans, pressing her forehead against mine, her lips falling open.

I chuckle low as I slide into her more and more until I’m fully settled in her slick heat.

Fuck does she feel good…

My cock twitches, begging to be released from its confines, to be allowed to plunge deep and hard into this heaven.

I kiss her temple, her cheek, her lips, as I slowly drag my finger out and thrust it back in, grinding my palm against her clit as I do. “Don’t forget where we are, Allegra.”

She jerks back, her eyes flying open as she scans the restaurant, apparently just remembering that we’re on full display at a very high-end restaurant in a very busy casino in the heart of Macau.

I pull my arm from around her shoulders to grip her chin, watching that silvery gray dance with her arousal. “But you’re a poker player…considering what I know you could hide at that table, I’m confident you can keep anyone around us from knowing what I’m doing between your legs.”

Her eyes harden to steel at my challenge.

And that’s what it is—achallenge.

She seems to thrive on them, so knowing I’m watching for her to break, for her to let loose some sound that draws someone’s attention, will only make her more determined to keep it contained.

The faster I glide in and out of her, the harder I grind against her slippery, engorged clit, the more intense her stare becomes, those eyes rippling like molten silver.

Her jaw hardens under my grip as she clenches it, struggling to keep from reacting as I increase the pace, but when I slip a second finger inside her, her lips part on a silent gasp. The pink that already covers her cleavage and cheeks darkens, and her thighs clench around me.

I continue to work her up, building her tighter, until her body is so coiled and taut she’s dangerously on the edge of cracking. Right there on the precipice. Capable of seeing the end.

And fuck is she beautiful like this.

Wanting.

Needing.

Desperate.

Exactly as I dreamed it would be since the moment I kissed her.

The waiter reappears with my drink and sets it on the table, startling her out of my hold on her face slightly. “Is there anything else I can get for you right away while you wait for your food?”

I shake my head and offer him a smile. “I think we’re good.”

Allegra attempts some sort of response that comes out more like a moan, but either he doesn’t notice or is well-trained enough to ignore it when he knows the type of tip we’ll be leaving him for this meal. I keep thrusting into her, even as he examines us with a raised brow, then slips away from the table.

With her this close, my cock threatens to unleash the same way she’s about to.

I shift my hand to get my thumb in position against her clit, and she bucks at the change in pressure. My lips to her temple, feeling her entire body vibrating, I curl my fingers deep inside her, into that perfect spot.

Allegra can’t fight her gasp, and I chuckle low as I reach for my drink, then take a long, slow sip of the pink martini.

Mmm. Pomegranate.

But I’d much rather be drinking her down.

I’m tempted to drop beneath the table and get my face between her legs, but I have other plans.