“We really shouldn’t be doing this here,” he growled but made no effort to stop his hand from dropping to smooth over my bottom.
“Probably not,” I said. “But I like it.”
“Fuck.” He growled and squeezed my ass before moving his hand to my knee. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”
“VIP room, VIP privacy,” I teased.
It was true though. We were removed from everyone, shrouded in darkness.
He looked at me then, reading my desire as his hand on my knee moved a little farther up. I licked my lips and adjusted to spread my legs. His nostrils flared and he moved his hand up higher. The music was loud, but his quick breaths were audible in the din.
I tilted my head and studied his lips as his fingers moved closer and closer to where my heat was building. He closed the distance, and his lips met mine.
I was kissing Charles Downing. Better yet, I was kissing my Charlie. This was a Charlie kiss. A little shy and softly exploratory but erotic as hell as he grazed my lips with his. Gentle brushes back and forth shot electricity through every nerve of my body as his hand reached the apex of my thighs.
A single finger tentatively explored the wet fabric that separated him from me. He gasped hotly against my mouth when he found how turned on I was. How could I have ever doubted my own sexuality? I wasn’t wrong; I was with the wrong person.
“Christ, Kate. You really do like it.”
I was too overwhelmed to look at him. I wasn’t ashamed to be so into this, not with him. His response told me there were no hard feelings on his end. Just hard.
I deepened our kiss, mouths opening to let his tongue enter me. He pulled me tighter against him, another finger flitted and teased up and down, and I fought to keep from writhing on his lap.
We were hidden, but I probably shouldn’t draw too much attention to our room.
He tucked a finger under the fabric and moved it aside to explore unencumbered. His finger slipped around easily, and I gripped him harder, shuddering. Surely, I couldn’t get off here, in public like this. It was indecent. And yet …
My hips moved in rhythm with his fingers, until his thumb brushed against the spot that made me break our kiss with a gasp. My fingers gripped him so hard, they’d be sore later. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he moved and explored to discover what I liked. I rode his hand in the middle of the club and I couldn’t care less.
His chest was heaving up and down. His neck and shoulders were flexed in carefully contained control. From the outside, it would just look like I was staring at him, sitting on his lap. Nobody would be the wiser. Except maybe for the obvious ecstasy written all over my face.
I needed more. I wanted to ride his lap with nothing separating us. I wanted to ridehimand feel him deep in me. I wanted to feel full of him.
“Charlie,” I gasped his name as I clenched against his fingers, coming in a rush at the thoughts of him naked and pumping into me.
“Kate,” he soothed as the pulses gentled. “Fuck. You’re so beautiful when you come.”
My cheeks burned like fire against his neck. His pulse hammered against me.
“I can’t believe I did that,” I panted.
This was what happened when I let this side of me loose. I wrote kinky stories people loved, and I had orgasms in nightclubs with a hundred people around.
There was something so freeing in that.
He carefully, subtly removed his fingers, smoothing my dress before bringing them to his mouth to suck them clean. “This is just the beginning.”
My hand went to his lap and I cupped the outline of him. He was thick, long, and rock hard. He hissed and pivoted against my hand.
I looked past his shoulder across the club to see Emma heading toward our room, her brows furrowed. She grabbed a shot from a passing server and threw it back. I quickly shifted on Charlie to indicate we were about to lose our privacy.
“Can we go somewhere else?” Emma stood above us, arms crossed and eyes glossy.
I tried to stand up, but Charlie held me in place. “Give me a minute,” he whispered in obvious discomfort. I winced for him.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
I hoped my recent orgasm wasn’t written all over my features, but she seemed lost in her own thoughts.
