We were in so deep.
“I’m scared,” I blurted. “To be on TV.”
He gave me a small smile and stroked back my hair, his other hand falling to my thigh. “You’ll be sat right here by me. No one will say anything bad about you. Remember, even your words here aren’t your own. If you say something wrong, it was a direct translation from me.”
“That’s not—”
“That’s how it will be,” he said. He was always so ready to take the fall for me.
He looked over the empty room, and my stomach lurched at all of the empty rows of chairs in front of us. They would be full of questioning reporters in ten minutes.
“We’re as prepared as we can be,”he reassured me. “Which tells me you just need a distraction.”
I cocked a brow, but his hand travelled under the hem of my shirt dress.
“Zolt,” I argued, but he hushed me.
“Say you don’t want me to take your mind off things,” he demanded. “Say it, and I’ll put this cute little dress back as Ifound it.”
His eyes were my entire vision. When I didn’t speak, he grinned, and his circling fingers inched further up my thigh. “No one is here, Zsófia. Those cameras, our mics, they’re all off. People aren’t scheduled to come in for ten whole minutes. And my girl deserves to feel good.”
His girl. Fuck.
“Don’t you, kis szemtelen? You want me to make you feel good?”
I nodded before I could stop myself. My words were stuck in my throat.
His finger brushed up my slit over my panties, and when I clenched, he laughed, his breath on my throat. “Watch the door.”
I stared at the mahogany door and the silver handle. I scanned each window to check that the blinds were down.
We were safe.
And my heartbeat was erratic as his touch slid beneath the lace of my underwear.
“It feels like you’re ready for me. And do you know what else you’re ready for?”
He ran lazy circles around my clit, getting closer and closer. His husky voice was in my ear. “Fia, what else are you ready for?”
“The—the conference.”
“Exactly,”he said, and every time he spoke, shivers ran down my spine. “You’re the most intelligent person I know. You know Hungarian. You are Hungarian. You know me. You’re becoming a part of me.”
My breath broke at his words, and when his fingers finally ran over my clit.
“You know everything you need. You’re going to do amazing,aren’t you?”
He slipped his thumb to my clit, and circled my entrance with his fingers. “Aren’t you, Zsófia?”
The door was still closed. We were so far from it. No one was coming in, and I needed him. He was becoming a part of me, too.
“Yes,” I whispered, dragging my eyes from the door to him.
He tickled around my entrance, running his two fingers there. “Say it.”
“I’m going to do amazing,” I told him.
“Atta girl,” he said in English and drove two fingers into me. I jerked and gripped his arm as he threw his palm to my mouth. “Now, normally, I love those sounds you make, but right now? Do you want to get caught?”
