I open my knees, making room for the hand still in my pocket to slide between my legs. The neckline of my dress tugs down abit as he reaches a little further and those silk-lined fingers find my center. He begins massaging in slow, steady circles, teasing against my clit as the heat from his breath whispers down my throat to my collarbone, his soft, searing lips dotting hot kisses against my skin.
The strobes have nothing on the blinding lights flashing behind my eyes. The bass can’t compare to my thundering heart.
The world around us turns to shadows. It’s just Elliott and me and the steady pressure of his fingers.
Sounds grow muffled, all but our mingling breaths and my racing heartbeat. Pressure builds low in my stomach. Between my thighs. My head falls back against his shoulder, my chest rising and falling as I gasp, “Faster.”
He obeys on command, fingertips working quicker than before. If he keeps that up, I’m going to?—
Oh shit.
My glass slips, and we both shatter into a million pieces.
Elliott’s Cheshire grin makes my stomach dip and twist tightly. “You were right. Those pockets are convenient.”
Even from this far away, I can see Josh’s jaw pulsing from the other end of the bar, like he knows exactly what just happened. But there’s no way, right? The people closest to us don’t seem to be paying any attention. How would he know?
Elliott stares into my eyes, his pupils blown wide and chest heaving, same as mine. “You want to get out of here?”
“Yes.” But there’s some reason I didn’t leave the moment ratbag walked in and for the life of me, I can’t remember— “Meg!” I can’t leave without talking to Meg.
Elliott retrieves his card from the checkbook, leaves a generous tip, and then tells me to wait right here, as if I’d be able to stand up when my legs are still trembling.
“I’ll find her and be right back.” His hand slips from my pocket, and he cuts through the crowd to where Meg and Timmy Triceps are wrapped around each other.
Chills skate across my arms, as if someone jacked up the AC. When I look up again, Josh’s infuriating face is only inches from mine. “Are you fucking kidding me, Loren? What the hell are you doing withthatguy?”
Yeah, this isn’t happening. “I don’t want to talk to you.” I try to slide off the stool, but he blocks me.
Thank goodness for these heels; I can almost look him in his sleazy, sleepy brown eyes. I can’t believe I used to think he had puppy dog eyes. That’s an insult to dogs everywhere.
“You want to talk? Fine? How about we talk about yourgirlfriend?”
He doesn’t look the least bit repentant. If anything, the indignant fire in his eyes flares. “I was going to tell you about Rebecca.”
“Yeah, well. You had plenty of chances, but you didn’t.” I’m not sad; I’m pissed off. But for some reason, my body thinks I need to start crying. Tears flood my eyes, and I hate every single one that rolls down my cheeks. Hate that he probably thinks they’re for him.
They’re not. They’re for me. “I moved here foryou.” I left my home and my family for him—and heletme. All he had to do was tell me the truth, to say what we did was a mistake.
Instead, he chose to lie.
His gaze softens. “Can we go somewhere? Just you and me. At least let me explain.”
What’s there to explain? He cheats on his amazing girlfriend, makes me feel like shit, like I’m some dirty little secret, and he expects me to, what, forgive him? “No.” The time for talking is long gone. Now’s the time for leaving.
I grab my purse from the hook beneath the bar and shove past him.
“I should’ve known you were nothing but a slut with how fast you jumped on my dick.” Josh speaks so loudly, the people around us all turn to stare.
Why can’t he leave me the hell alone? I hate drama. I hate it with a fiery passion. But here I am, being gawked at by a bunch of nosey strangers in the middle of a bar.
I’m probably going to end up a meme by midnight.
If I’m going down, might as well go down in flames. “You barely have a dick to jump on,Josh.”
He stumbles back as if I hit him. I really wish assault wasn’t a crime, because right now, I want to smack his face so badly.
The vein in his forehead looks like it’s ready to burst, and the shade of red painting his face doesnotlook healthy.
