The way he leans down and whispers in my ear.
Something about making ourselves known to the public sends a frenzy in me. And seeing the power he holds and knowing mine over him is so much stronger, is something I’m completely drunk on.
I know this isn’t the place or the time. But that makes it evenbetter.
I can’t help it, Tyler. Not with you.
Amidst conversation, I roam my hands up his arm, staring up at him dotingly. His jaw flexes when he glances at me and returns his gaze to the people he’s talking with. Then a smile curves his mouth.
He laughs at something the person says. He’s good at this. That’s when I realize Tyler is not only the best predator physically, but psychologically too. He’s easily likable. And he knows how to morph himself to appease the people around him.
“If you’ll excuse us.” He grabs my hand and sets his drink down on a waiter’s tray, leading me out into a grand hallway that has numerous doors. “Follow me.”
My heels sound against the marble floor as we run down the hallway. The only other noise echoing the empty hallway are our laughs.
“Where are you taking me?” I laugh.
He opens a door to find a dark, smaller dining room. It’s pretty, but definitely not as grand as the rest of the venue we’re in.
It’s dark save for the windows that have lights from outside shining inside, creating just enough light for me to see the shadowed features on Tyler’s face.
“To do what we’ve both been thinking about all night.” A feline smile widens as he closes the door and locks it behind him.
“Tyler we can’t here.”
But of course I want to.
“What fun is that?” He slowly closes the space between us and traces his fingers up my arms, gripping the back of my neck to make me look up at him.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. The bourbon on his tongue makes me melt deeply into him.
He slips his jacket off and sets it on a chair, bringing his hands to my face again. There it is, anytime his lips press to mine, I feel it every damn time. The words written across my tongue.I love you.
He lifts me by my thighs and places me on one of the tables, never removing his lips from mine.I love you. I love you. I love you.
I have to leave you.
He pulls away and watches me as his hand explores down between my legs to where it’s so evidently clear how much I want this.
I need you now.
Slowly, he presses two fingers inside me easily by the wetness he finds. He knows exactly what to do for me.
“Tsk tsk,” he says, kissing down my neck. He circles his thumb around my clit, still moving his fingers inside me,eliciting an even louder moan. “Shhh. They’ll hear us.” He covers my mouth with his.
He works his fingers faster, stroking like a match to light a flame. It’s just so easy with him. Our bodies just know one another.
“Just like that, baby,” he praises me.
“Oh my god,” I groan.
“Not god.Tyler. My name is the only one that will leave those lips like this. Now cum.”
I submit to his command.
And I come.
Hard.
