Page 174 of Captivated

This was good.

“Everybody is … busy,” Liliana said.

Joe nodded. “Seems so.”

“I don’t think they would notice if we skipped out for a few.”

“Liliana.”

She pressed her lips tight together at his dark warning.

“What?”

Far too innocent.

She wasn’t at all innocent.

“You’re supposed to be celebrating with your family.”

“And I am!” Liliana smiled brightly. “And we’ll come back in a bit. What, you don’t want to get me into a coat room somewhere and see what’s under this dress, Joe?”

He eyed the tight, bodycon dress she had on—royal purple, with silver rockstud heels to match. She’d let her hair down in loose waves, too. His favorite because he could wrap his hands in the strands, and pull while he fucked her.

“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m trying to be good here.”

“Yeah, but you’re not. So, let’s go.”

He didn’t even try to refuse.

He all but let her sneak him out of the room.

Liliana tasted like tart, hot candy under Joe’s tongue. He couldn’t bury his face deep enough between her thighs to sedate the fucking hunger he felt for this woman. Every tremble of her legs, and every squeeze of her cunt around his fingers as he fucked her with his hand and his mouth drove him insane.

Every gasp …

Every plead …

Every-fucking-thing.

They had ended up in a coat room. Or something like that. He really hadn’t paid too much attention because he had been far too distracted by the sight of Liliana on her knees as she sucked him off the very second he closed and locked the door.

That was a justifiable reason to be distracted.

Nobody ever looked as hot like that as she did.

And then he couldn’t fucking take it anymore, knowing he was going to blow his load if he didn’t stop her right then and there, so he got Liliana on her back instead. On a table—or a coat table, whatever in the hell they used this thing for.

It was sturdy enough.

Liliana was just panting her way through her third orgasm as her fingers threaded in Joe’s hair began to tug and pull. It stung like nothing else, but he fucking loved it, too. Her back was arched high off the table, and her dress was pushed up around her hips. He wasn’t sure where in the hell her panties had landed when he ripped them off.

That’s all delicate lace like that was good for anyway—to be seen, and then completely ruined.

Like pretty wrapping paper before the prize.

“Again,” Joe murmured, lapping at the inside of Liliana’s thigh. “You’re going to come for me again, Liliana. And then again.”

“I can’t—”