Lust is my master.
Robin pulls me onto his lap, and I’m reluctantly yanked off his mouth. Our breathing settles for a beat while I stare at him from above. What I feel is reflected in his eyes, dark with need.
His erection presses hard against my sensitive centre, and a moan escapes me. He growls as he pulls me down to kiss me again. I rock back and forth against his bulge, lost in the euphoria of his dick rubbing against my clit, his tongue on mine. The sensation is building inside me already.
“This is so hot,” I whisper against his mouth. Kissing him in between words. “I don’t know what I’m doing, but I can’t stop.”
“Don’t stop,” he rasps. His large hands have found my arse cheeks under my dress, and he squeezes, pushing me closer to him, grinding me against him. I want toscream, I want more so badly.
“Oh my God,” I whisper against his lips. My body is pleading with me to release this pressure.
“Excuse me,” a stern voice comes from the side, and we’re both startled. Robin’s hands disappear from my skin, and welook up to see that a server in a poppy costume has appeared at our table. I stare at them in shock and then back at Robin. My adrenaline is still pumping, and instead of answering the server like a normal human would, I scramble off Robin’s lap, and pull his hand.
“Let’s go!” I blurt out and drag the surprised man with me through the small room and up the stairs.
We stumble through the open bookshelf door, and I can’t stop laughing. Once through the scattered people and back in the Pink Room, I turn to wrap my arms around the waist of a grinning Robin.
He shakes his head and presses me against him.
“You’re trouble, aren’t you?”
A part of me is relieved we were interrupted. But my lady parts are furious. I shift my legs. My clit is throbbing with a fucking vengeance. Damn.
Should I just go for it?
Alice could get with a stranger in a bar. A damned hot one. Right now, I don’t care if he’s an arsehole creep under that hood, I just want his face between my legs.
“Let’s dance,” he rasps in my ear, putting those large hands on my waist. “I want to keep touching you, but if I find myself alone with you again, I won’t be able to stop even if the whole server crew showed up.”
“What if I wouldn’t want you to?”
“This isn’t the place for that.” He pulls back, but not letting go. “I like your laugh. These dimples…” He traces his thumb across my cheek and down my chin. “You are a complete surprise. I want to appreciate your company while I have it.” He leans his forehead on mine. “You have no idea how out-of-character those words are for me.”
We dance and giggle (again, mainly me), and I wish the night would never end. I feel so good making this man smile like that. He admitted he didn’t even want to be here tonight,but I make himlaugh. It’s a sound that wraps around my heart, and I want more of it.
His lips find mine in between, and it’s like an electric current each time. I’m high on endorphins and wild butterflies. Lost in his embrace and intoxicating scent. How can it feel so familiar so soon?
“Do you want to come home with me?” he asks, his lips tickling my ear. His voice is so gentle, there’s a vulnerability in it that makes my heart constrict. Like he’s used to getting what he wants, but now he’s not sure what answer he’ll get.
I look up at him. My short-lived fairytale with this masked, handsome stranger must end. He’s a VVIP. A real one. I’m far from it, and I don’t think he’ll appreciate the truth.
“I wish I could say yes.”
“Then do,” he whispers. “Or can I see you another day?”
“I’m so sorry. I have to go.”
“What?” Robin sounds genuinely disappointed. His hands find my elbows, and I relish the feeling of his skin on mine once more.
“I really am sorry. Trust me, I’d come with you if I could.” I caress Robin’s arm one last time. The tingle between my thighs lingers from before. This man has ignited me from within.
“I should go.” I catch his eye and shrug. I’m doing the right thing, am I not?
“Oh,” he says, and lets go of me. I’m weirdly disappointed he doesn’t try to convince me to stay. I get the feeling this is a man who’s used to getting what he wants. Why is he giving up so quickly?
He’s respecting my ‘no’ and here I am complaining about it. Silly double morals.
It’s for the best.
