It’s just an act. It’s just an act. It’s just an act.
“Such as?”
“Well, ever since you told me you’d like to fuck me under the table, I’ve had a bit of trouble thinking about much else.”
To my complete and utter despair, she uncrosses her legs.
My hands act before my brain has a chance to catch up, reaching out greedily to touch the soft skin of her thigh. It’s a casual gesture initially, until her hand falls on top of mine, and she slowly begins to push it higher.
“Not so many eyes down here, are there?” she whispers as my fingers brush against the warmth of her core.
It might be a ploy, but I can’t tear my eyes from her lips. Her scent overwhelms me, and my fingers twitch eagerly, wanting to stroke, wanting to soak in her wetness a moment or two.
“What are you waiting for?” Her words are as soft as a breath.
I could have her. I could. It would take nothing at all.
But when I look into her eyes, unfairly framed with beautiful lashes and dark, glittering shadow, and I see it. The glazed look that has begun to overcome the chocolate brown.
I snatch my hand away. “Perhaps somewhere a little more private?”
Before she can protest, I get to my feet and offer her my arm once more. I pretend to ignore the way she wobbles on her towering heels and hold her steady as we walk through the Candelabra.
More people are watching us now. Several even shoot me pointed looks as Isabella becomes increasingly unsteady on her feet. Finally, I spot Mia in the crowd. All I can do is nod at her and hope she can somehow read my mind.
“So,” Isabella murmurs at my side, “where are you taking me?”
“Somewhere I think you’ll like.”
She giggles a little deliriously just as we make it to the front doors. I push them open, dragging us both out into the frigid night.
The sudden change in temperature seems to perk her up a little. “It’s freezing.”
I take off my jacket and drape it over her shoulders, hiding her outfit from the view of a few curious pedestrians. “Not much further. This way.”
She relaxes a little, snuggling adorably into the fabric of my jacket and allowing me to guide her over to the entrance to the underground parking lot.
“Teo?”
“Yes?”
“I’m really tired.”
“I know, sweetheart.”
My car is only a few meters away now. I just need to get her there before?—
Isabella wobbles again. This time, her legs give out entirely. I rush to catch her before she can injure herself on the concrete floor.
In my arms, she blearily looks up at me. If she’s shocked by our current embrace, she’s too tired to say anything other than. “Don’t let them hurt me.”
Then her eyes close entirely, and her body lies limp in my arms.
Suddenly, it feels quite hard to swallow.
“No one will touch you. I promise.”
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