Page 3 of Forbid It

“Cassandra.”

“That’s much too formal for me. How about,” I muse, turning my attention back to the stars. ”Sandra?”

She chokes. “Okay, Bert.”

“I like it. Sounds like we’ve skipped the getting to know each other part and landed at the old married couple who comes to the golf club every weekend.”

“I just come for the annual spa membership you’ve been forced to fork out for while you’re playing a few rounds.”

“Anything for my Sandra,” I wink and offer my glass for her to cheers again. She doesn't break eye contact as she elegantly takes a sip.

I finish my whiskey with a final swallow and let it dangle from my fingers.

“Are you getting another one?” Cassie asks.

I sigh dramatically. “I could, but the thought of venturing back in there…” I trail off.

“Not enjoying the party?”

“I’m enjoying it more out here.”

She turns back to the sea. I bite back a smile. It’s been too long since I’ve flirted with a woman, and I don’t know if I’ve ever flirted with one as beautiful as Cassie.

She bites her lip as she returns her gaze to mine. “Here,” she says, twisting her body to the opposite side of the chair. Her dress gapes down her back, allowing me a glorious view of her tanned back and perfectly round backside.

I quickly readjust my trousers before she returns, a bottle of champagne bigger than her head clutched in her hand.

“Sandra,” I gasp dramatically. “You’re trouble.”

“That’s what they tell me.” She sits up and gestures for my whiskey glass. “My mother would have a stroke if she saw me serve champagne in a rocks glass.”

I swing my legs over the bed and hand it over. “She’s a stickler for the rules?”

“You have no idea.” She pours my drink. “She’s an etiquette field marshal. The amount of dinners I had as a child where I held my elbows at an awkward angle instead of resting them on the table.”

“Poor elbows.”

“It’s not so bad. It’s why I’ve got such great upper arm strength,” she teases, flexing her toned arm. All it does is bring my attention back to her cleavage.

She sits up, leaning towards me and resting her head on her hand, the stack of silver bracelets on her wrist clinking with the motion.

I mirror her, my legs bracketing hers.

She shifts backwards, her hands pulling her skirt higher on her thigh with the motion, bangles clinking together like a dinner bell.

“I’m sorry you’re having such a boring night.” Cassie says.

I let my glass hang between my thighs, tapping my index finger against the crystal rim, itching to trace the hem of her dress and the creamy skin of her leg. I glance up at her to find she’s already looking at me, a heated look in her dark eyes.

She lifts her dress slightly higher.

I let my finger trace against her inner thigh, her skin warm and soft. I gently move up her legs, hitching her skirt even higher. “It’s definitely looking up.”

She grins wickedly as her bare foot gently brushes against my shoe. She hovers her hand over mine and sparks shoot up my arm from when her fingers brush my skin. She grabs my glass and lifts it to her lips, not taking her eyes off me as she takes a sip. Now she’s closer, I can see her hair isn’t brown, it’s red. Fiery red.

She leans further back and now that my hands are free, I use them to explore further. I keep my movements slow, taunting. I glance up at her, the flush high on her cheeks and her plump lips open. My cock stirs in my slacks. I came to this party expecting to be bored to tears and stuck networking until it was a reasonable enough time to leave, but instead I’ve found this private piece of paradise. I wasn’t expecting this girl tonight, but I can’t stop this even if I tried.

I tilt my head even more, my gaze on her lips as if I can tug her closer with my thoughts. Reading my mind, she tilts slightly closer, her nose gently nudging mine.