“What do you think, trouble?Did that work for us?”I said loud enough for our table to hear.
She turned to look at me, smiling.“I'd say it did.”
I grabbed her by the chin and pulled her lips to mine, soft and sweet.Her hand pressed against my chest, and I felt the tension leave her as she melted at my touch.
Lori's ramblings became background noise.I tugged on Savannah’s bottom lip, chuckling when her soft whimper came to my ears, before pulling back to look in her gorgeous eyes.
“Up for a little fun, trouble?”
She narrowed her gaze at me before glancing to her right.“We have company, if you haven't noticed.”
I bent to whisper in her ear, “Well then, you'll have to keep those sexy little moans to yourself, won't you?”
Across the room, Lori lifted her glass, prompting the rest of the room to do the same.While everyone was distracted, I leaned forward as if I dropped something to the floor.I hate to say it, but those tablecloths were coming in handy.Sorry Benji, but tablecloths were my new best friend.My hand slipped underneath and ended up around Savannah’s ankle.
She stiffened and shot me a look before returning her gaze forward.
I started my trail, my fingers journeying from her bare ankle, up her calves, up her thighs.By the time I was sitting back in my chair, my fingers were nearly at their destination.When my fingers brushed against her inner thighs, she grabbed my hand underneath the table.
“Jaxon,” she scolded quietly, flashing me with a pointed look before scanning the room.
“That's my name, trouble,” I murmured, a playful smile on my lips.“And you say it oh so well.”
Her lips parted to say something, but the words never came out.Maybe lost in translation when my fingers brushed across her panties.Her breathing labored, the rapid rise and fall of her chest enough to make my cock stir.
“And now I'm going to call on the beautiful Sydney Faw to grace us with her lovely voice,” Lori called out, beckoning her excitedly.
My knuckles brushed against Savannah’s panties, staring into her eyes, watching the fire build behind them.Her hand covered mine again and her legs instinctively closed.
“Say the word and I'll stop,” I murmured to her, the words competing with the singer standing centerstage.“You're in control here.One word and I'll stop.”
She moistened her lips, eyes darting between mine as my knuckles continued their teasing motion.
“Tell me to stop, trouble.”
Her eyelids fluttered when I pressed a knuckle to her clit.
“Don't stop.”
Music to my fucking ears.
I gave her a dazzling, sinful smile.“Then turn around and enjoy the music, baby.”
After she turned forward, my fingers slipped her panties to the side and slid along her core.I played with her clit, tugging and flicking it between my fingers.When I slid two fingers inside her, she tensed and groaned softly.
“Breathe,” I murmured quietly.
She had my fingers in a vice grip.I leaned slightly toward her, my mouth brushing near her temple as my fingers slid further.Deeper.
She nodded, exhaling slowly through her nose and widening her legs to give me better access.
“I’m fine,” she whispered back.
She was so warm, so soft, so fucking wet.Knowing she was bare to my touch was ruining me, and seeing her struggle to maintain control was an absolute vision.It was next to impossible to look away from her—next to impossible to turn forward to the entertainment when all I wanted to do was sink to my knees and hitch those long legs over my shoulders and have my way with her.
The melodies continued around us, the singer captivating everyone in the room but us.They thought the moment belonged to them, but no—this was ours, hers,mine.
The pace increased, my fingers going in and out of her and building the tension I was chasing.Her fingers curled slightly around the wine glass, and she was biting that delicious lip of hers so hard, I thought she'd draw blood.
