Nik’s chin dipped toward the dance floor. “Look there—in the middle.”
I followed his line of sight to a couple situated almost at the center of the dance floor. At first, it seemed like they were just dancing close to one another, but then I noticed the man’s hands were under the woman’s skirt, gripping her ass hard enough to leave marks.
“They should just get a room,” I muttered.
“That would ruin it for them,” Nik said, his tone low and dark. “They’ve just met. The thrill is in the risk of being seen. Watch… They can’t help glancing around.”
Sure enough, they were—eyes darting through the crowd as though theywantedsomeone to catch them. The woman’s gaze found us, and she smiled like we were in on their secret. Then her skirt hitched higher, and the man shifted his stance, guiding her in close until there was no doubt as to what they were doing.
My pulse jumped. I should’ve looked away, but I couldn’t.
Nik narrated the scene in a slow whisper next to my ear, painting every movement in filthy detail until my breath was shallow. When the woman’s head tipped back and she lockedeyes with me as her body trembled in climax, I pressed my thighs together hard.
“Holy…fuck,” I breathed. “I didn’t know people actually did that.”
Nik’s lips brushed my neck. “There are a lot of things you didn’t know before me, little lamb.”
He slid his hands down my arms, taking my hands one at a time and bracing them on the rail. His body pinned me there as my hips wriggled back into his.
The heat rolling off him made it impossible to think clearly.
He swept my hair over one of my shoulders, his mouth finding that spot just behind my ear where a kiss melted me. One of his hands stayed planted beside mine on the rail, while the other slipped beneath the hem of my dress and glided up my thigh.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, already squirming. “Everyone can see us up here.”
“That’s the point,” he murmured. “You’re a performer, Lacey. You love having eyes on you.”
I sucked in a sharp breath, the tension in my core pulling tight around the plug. My eyes fluttered closed—
“Don’t you dare close those eyes,” he growled, “unless you want me to bend you over this rail and spank you in front of everyone.”
That threat made my pulse pound harder. My back arched, and my ass shifted back against him without my permission.
His fingers slid higher, then dove under the elastic of my panties. He twisted the plug’s stud, sending a jolt straight to my clit, then let go and slipped lower to trace my slit. “Fuck, you’re dripping, Lacey. Hmm, the idea of being watched while I finger you turns you on. Another fantasy I can unlock for you,” he rumbled. Once again, he knew just how to light me up, to push me to discover my own personal set of kinks.
The crowd below blurred as heat pooled low in my belly.
He traced a hand over my cheek, up to my hip, and then down my tummy, settling it over my mound. Pressing his middle finger to my clit, he began to stroke slowly, firmly. The steel in his pants pushed against the seam of my ass, pressing the plug even deeper, the dual sensations winding me up tighter and tighter until I was biting my lip to keep from moaning.
And then my gaze snagged on a man at the far end of the floor—a man who was staring up at me. His head was tilted, his lips parted, as if he could see exactly what Nik was doing.
My breath caught. I couldn’t look away from him.
Nik’s voice was a dark command against my ear. “Watch the crowd, Lacey…as I make you come.”
The first pulse hit, and I seized the rail, a desperate sound caught in my throat. I clung to it, my knuckles turning white, trying to muffle my cries as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.
And all the while, I couldn’t stop staring at the man below—until the music surged and he vanished back into the crowd.
Nik’s grip stayed on me, his lips brushing my ear with the promise I knew would ruin me by the end of the night.
My eyes scanned the crowd for any other watchful eyes. Oh God, was the guy playing bass on the stage watching?
I didn’t get the chance to decide. Nik’s other hand slid under my dress, and with a quick yank, one leg of my panties ripped and gave way. Then the other. The shredded lace disappeared into his fist, wadded tight like a trophy.
He didn’t pause, but bunched up the hem of my dress in his hands and raised it to my waist. Now my bare ass was completely exposed to the open balcony. My heart slammed into my ribs. I started to stand, to yank the dress back down, but he pressed his palm between my shoulder blades, holding me down against the rail.
The sharp crack of his hand meeting my ass cheek made me gasp. The plug shifted inside me, stretching me with a slow, deliberate throb that sent another shockwave through my core.
