I nod and stroke his sharp cheek with my fingers before looping them into his wild silver-and-blue hair, guiding him toward my desperate body. The crinkle of my dress and the strum of a harp are the only sounds I hear when the next dancers come begin their performance.
“They’ll entertain you while I get the best show in the house.”I blink twice, realizing that was echoed into my mind while his face is still pressed between my legs, licking and sucking. Sweat beads along my forehead and I try to catch my breath. I’m soaked, certain there’ll be a huge wet spot on my dress when I stand.
Not that I care.
In fact, I’m certain I’ll savor the stain, thrilled with any sign he could leave me with until I can be with him again.
I hold on to his scalp and ride his face, biting my own arm to stop from crying out when the second, third, fourth, and fifth orgasms quake through me.
He had promised I’d be coming on his tongue at curtain close. Not only is Jax very much real, but when he makes a promise, he follows through.
One of the many things I love about him.
Sometime after I’ve given up counting orgasms, the lights come up in the theater. I stand up and quickly adjust my dress. Jax flashes me a wolfish grin, guiding me out of the theater with one hand on my back. No one else can see him, but the brush of his fingers against the valley of my spine is all the support I need.
“Is there a spot?” I mutter under my breath, waving a hand at a few dancers I recognize. My legs are a bit wobbly from the orgasmic waves crashing through me for the last forty-five minutes.
“Do you want the real answer or for me to reassure you?”His tone is playful, and I elbow him.
As we stride among the crowd, I hesitate when people move close, not realizing Jax is there. They walk straight through him, a few tiny flecks peppering their formalwear, but they don’t seem to notice.
“I’m used to it.” He shrugs. “You see me and that’s all that matters.”
I keep him within my peripheral the entire time to ensure he’s still there.
“Jolie.”
I suck in a breath, turning my head to find Blake standing there, staring at me, his hands in his pockets. He looks eerily relaxed, but his tone doesn’t carry its usual flavor of arrogance.
“Hey.”
He goes to open his mouth, but I lift a hand. “You don’t need to say anything, Blake.”
“But—”
“No.” I keep my tone calm, not wanting to draw any attention from the crowds of dancers, instructors, family, and friends piled into the lobby. “If you’re about to say you’re sorry, I know it’s bullshit. You aren’t sorry. If you’re sorry about anything, it’s just that you got caught and that your precious ego got bruised. So don’t give me a half-assed apology or an excuse. You’ll just be wasting both of our time.”
Blake’s lips zip shut, and I shake out my shoulders, continuing on my trek.
“Wow.” Jax chuckles next to me. “You were magnificent.”
“I gave him more words than he deserves,” I whisper. We exit the theater, walking toward my hotel and I slip my hand into his. “Now, come with me. We still have a handful of hours until you have to go.”
He lifts a brow. “Sounds like you have something in mind.”
“I do.” My dress is still damp in the back, and with each step closer, wetness slides between my thighs. The breeze lashes at my lady bits, and I check to make sure it doesn’t kick up my skirt and flash everyone. “First, I’m going to get out of this.”
“You’ll hear no argument from me, though it’s beautiful on you.” His eyes shimmer as they scan over me, and he runs a finger along the cap sleeve of my gown. We cross the lobby toward the elevators that are surrounded by a mix of dancersstill in layers of thick stage makeup and folks dressed to the nines from watching the performance.
“They missed the best show tonight, Tempest,” Jax whispers. “One that I got to enjoy up close and very personally.”
The memory sends goosebumps skating across my skin and my body shivers with an anticipation I don’t have the patience for.
“You haven’t even seen the finale yet.”
34
JOLIE
