The table hides our illicit contact, but I still don’t feel comfortable with it. Just a little, I move away and break the connection, imperceptibly shaking my head at him.
Before he can attempt something else, the game begins.
Bill—tonight’s host—asks the questions, and then we have one minute to discuss it, plus an extra fifteen seconds to enter our answer on the tablet.
With our seven brains put together, we’re doing pretty good and getting every answer right. All this enthusiasm could almost have distracted me enough to forget about Lex’s closeness. But his fucking brain is in the way.
While he sucks at most pop culture questions, he’s extraordinary with everything else. I’m amazed by his knowledge, as he doesn’t just give answers but also shares dates and facts for each of them.
By the end of the first series of questions, we’re on top, tied with Avoss and another team.
“You’re doing great,” someone says behind us. I hear Lex grunt with annoyance and know it’s Hugh before I even turn around. “How about we make it a little more interesting?” the Avoss executive offers. “The swag bags are nice, but they’re low stakes.”
“What are you suggesting?” Lex asks, unimpressed.
“We all know how these business trips only pay for basic expenses, alcohol excluded, so how about the losing team pays for the winning team’s drinks tonight?”
Lex considers it, gauging our team and Hugh’s. “Deal,” he eventually accepts. They shake on it, and Hugh confidently goes back to his table.
If I thought Lex was brilliant during the first round, it’s nothing compared to the second one. The man is a fucking encyclopedia, and I enjoy his display of gray matter a little too much.
The sapiosexual in me melts a little more with each of his answers. To the point where it becomes harder and harder for me to focus on the game. Every time the man opens his mouth, I have to clench my legs to hush the growing need between them.
I’m in serious trouble.
My head drifts out of the game, and my mind goes into some blurry state. I’m feeling hot, almost feverish. Pure lust is running through my veins, and the need to be alone with Lex grows stronger with every passing moment. I can hear the guys’ voices around me, but I can’t make out what they’re saying.
I’m uncharacteristically silent, and Lex notices. “Are you alright?” he whispers, bending slightly. Our shoulders touch, and I need him to back off. My hunger for him is too fucking great for even that. Not meeting his eyes, I nod.
“What’s wrong?” he insists, not duped.
With clenched teeth, I dare to look up at him. He studies my face for a split second, and then understands what’s happening to me. A triumphant smile drags the corners of his lips up, his pupils tripling in size.
His attention seemingly returns to the guys, but then his large hand settles on my inner thigh, just above my knee, making me jump. I squeeze my thighs together before he can go any further, careful not to make a fuss. Bill is talking again, and the guys aren’t paying us any attention.
Lex looks remarkably smug as he slides his hand higher up my leg. Since my threatening scowl isn’t enough to make him stop, I cross my arms before me on the table and lean forward so no one can see what’s happening down there.
My overly aroused state and the thrill of being caught causes intense shivers to run through my body. Bill is done with his question, so the guys all focus back on the center of the table. With his hand still slowly trying to push itself between my clamped legs, Lex leans forward, his attitude inconspicuous.
Under the table, his tactics change, and instead of aiming for the sealed space between my thighs, he moves up and slips his fingers overthe covered mound of my intimacy, trying to gain access. “Star Trek II, The Wrath of Khan, in 1982,” he tells the group.
When the tips of his fingers get to the soaked lace low on my panties, his advance halts, as do his words, but after a second, he resumes. “Graphics Group did it, from Lucasfilm, now known as Pixar.” It’s uncanny how inconspicuous he can sound while his fingers graze the front of my core.
This is crazy. I enjoy his touch too much to fight him, but every brain cell not focused on him is screaming I should stop it.
Lex presses a little harder, right where my clit is, and I almost let out a moan, biting the inside of my cheek.
The guys are now talking about something else, but I can’t say what, as Lex’s fingers are now torturing me with slow rolls. My legs are still tightly clenched, and it’s hard to resist the urge to spread them.
Bill talks again, and Lex uses this distraction to slowly bend toward me to pour the most scandalous request into my ear. “Open for me, Andrea. Your cunt is starving for my touch, isn’t it?”
His crude words hit me hard, and I almost whimper from the acute shiver they unleash. Powerless, I send him a pleading look, utterly disconcerted by my overwhelming desire for him.
“I know,” he whispers. “Spread your legs so I can take care of it.”
This time, I helplessly obey. My knees part, a glimmer of victory flashing in his gaze. As the guys try to find the next answer, Lex toys with the elastic of my underwear. He tugs it to the side, and I shiver from head to toe when two of his fingers slide along my molten slit, sensing just how turned on I am. In the corner of my eye, I see his jaw clench, his hand tensing under my dress.
He isn’t destabilized for long, and his two fingers lower on my intimacy and dip inside my tight entrance. Miraculously, I don’t make a sound, but I poorly hide the small jolt my body does.
