I slide her my best sardonic look before answering, ‘I am perfectly house trained.’ Threading her arm through mine, I lead her up the sandstone steps with a short laugh. ‘I’m hardly going to demand you kneel and give me head.’
The party is dull, as Louise expected, and would probably remain so, at least until the alcohol began to take effect, though we’d determined we’d leave long before this stage. Clients and staff mill around the space as waiters in black aprons served morsels on china spoons. On her third glass of champagne, Louise’s eyes catch mine from across the room. Like a good beau, I’d engaged in conversation with a couple of department heads.
As she watches me over the shoulder of her companion, I hold out my hand as though to slide it into my pocket, curling my fingers in an innocuous come here motion, one that only someone watching would see. Even from where she stands, I’m sure she can read the thoughts sliding behind my eyes. And the way my fingers curl as though between her legs. To anyone looking on, they’d be oblivious to the silent signals between us, unconcerned as Louise excuses herself from pleasantries, making her way to the grand entrance of the hotel.
LOUISE
Heated, as though lit by an internal furnace, my skin prickles all over, and I know exactly what I need to dampen the itch. I glance at my watch, wondering how much longer we’d have to endure the evening. How much longer it would be until Dan had fistfuls of my hair and was sinking himself into me, rasping his wicked compliments.
Lost in the memories, I start as a hand rests against my hip, though relax at the scent of Dan’s cologne.
‘You seemed to be getting along well,’ I murmur, leaning back and into him.
‘Years of practise. The key is to seem like you’re interested while inwardly imagining what you’d like to do to their wife.’
As soon as the words hit air, he curses, murmuring his idiocy. But as I instinctively laugh, he seems once more able to breathe.
‘And in my boss’s case?’ I bring my glass to my lips and hide my smile behind the rim. ‘What would you care to do tohiswife?’
‘Introduce her to a dentist,’ Dan replies seriously. ‘The woman has more teeth than a horse.’
Laughing again, I tell him how bad he is when he spins me to face him and tells me exactly how bad he wants to be. His face is serious, his hands at the small of my back pressing me against his body, where he’s hard and all kinds of desperate.
‘I need you,’ he growls in my ear.
Surprised at his words, I find myself blushing and answer in one whispered word. My safe word for the evening, it seems.
Discreet.
We agree on a two-minute head start, and I watch him walk away, counting the minutes until I can follow.
‘Fancy finding you in here,’ he murmurs as I lock the bathroom door behind me with aclick.
‘I don’t...’ I place my glass down, my words faltering as he presses himself against my back.
‘Remember when I said there’s a time and a place for everything?’ I nod, trembling as Dan’s lips find my neck. Such a small touch, but one that elicits so much. ‘How do you feel about getting caught?’
‘I-I don’t want to.’
‘No? Then why are you here?’ It was a numbers game, Dan had once said. Everyone got caught eventually. Everyone that got a thrill from public sex.
‘Because I need you here,’ I whisper, placing his hand over my heart. I move it down between my legs, curling my fingers over his. ‘And here.’
‘Do you have any idea what you’ve done to my restraint?’ Dan’s words come out in a pained rush. ‘I’d never thought to find myself in this position again.’
He doesn’t speak again as he takes me by the waist, lifting me onto the marble vanity and insinuating himself between my legs.I moan as he presses his mouth over mine, fire crawling my circulatory system, our clothes a barrier too much.
‘Say yes.’ His words are a breathless sibilance, his hands hot on my open thighs.
‘I want,’ I moan into his mouth as I fumble wit his zip, eventually threading my hand into his pants. The hard, heavy drag of him against my palm sparks waves of desire, the grating sound of his breath igniting my insides.
I can do this.
I want this.
But, fuck, I don’t want people to find out.
Dan’s hand pulls on the elastic of my panties, rubbing the fabric along the dampness gathered between my legs.
