Page 87 of Forbid It

“Sounds good,” one of the guys says.

“I better go and do the rounds, but I’ll see you later.”

I hold Robbie’s eye contact until I have to turn, but instead of heading to any other table to ‘do the rounds’, I head straight for the door leading out to the entrance, glancing one final time over my shoulder as I go. He’s still watching me.

I let my hips sway as I reach the exit, my heels clicking on the marble as I wind down the long corridor to the bathrooms. I steal inside, grateful it’s empty and take a second to fix my makeup in the mirror. My stylist, Ana, has another dress waiting for me in the car and I’ll have a few minutes to change but I do love this one. My favorite dark emerald green and glittering crystals that catch the light as I move. I’ve just about readjusted my hair when the door creaks open behind me.

“Should you be in here?” I don’t turn around. Instead, I lean closer to the mirror and let my back arch across the counter.

He’s silent behind me, but I hear a distinct lock flip before his dress shoes click on the marble tiles.

Finally, he appears behind me in the mirror. His suit jacket is back on, hanging open and baring the tantalizing strip of skin at his open neckline. His eyes are dark as they catch mine in the mirror.

“I’m right where I need to be.”

Robbie’s hands clasp at my hips as I stay immobile across the counter.

“I don’t think I can wait until after the party to have you, Cass.”

I twist my hips, brushing against the erection straining his trousers.

“Hmm.” I tell him as I rise to my full height, tilting my body towards his warmth. It’s been so long since I’ve been this close to him. I want to climb inside his clothes and plaster his skin to mine. “You’re going to have to.”

He nuzzles at my neck, his lips barely touching my skin. “Not if I have to look at you in this dress for one more second.”

“You won’t have to,” I purr. “I’ve got another one to change into.”

He practically growls into the curve of my throat. “No.” His tone is firm and causes goosebumps to erupt across my skin. “I want this dress on my bedroom floor.”

“You haven’t even seen the other one yet.”

“Don’t care.” He grazes my skin with his teeth, catching my gaze in the mirror. “Wear it tomorrow instead.”

His arms wrap around me, barely grazing the bottom of my breast with his thumb, the other exploring my hips. He fists my dress and tugs, pulling my skirt higher and higher until he can brush at the skin on my thighs.

I let my head fall back against his shoulder.

“Can I?” he whispers in my ear. “I’ve been such a good boy all night. I’ve waited so patiently.”

My eyes roll back as his hands creep closer to where I’m aching for him. He lightly brushes against the silk of my underwear, and I twitch in his firm hold.

I tilt my head towards him, my lips a breath away from his. “Don’t mess up my dress,” I whisper against his mouth. “If I’ve got to keep it on.”

He groans and captures my lips with his as he plunges his hands into my underwear.

“You’re soaked, trouble.” He teases one finger through my wetness, circling my clit once, twice, before he pulls his hands away, snapping the elastic of my underwear back, the sound reverberating through the room. “Turn around.”

I’m obedient as I spin in his arms, and he lifts me by my hips until I’m perched on the counter. He rucks my dress higher, spreading my legs apart lewdly. I let my head fall against the mirror as he devours me with his gaze.

“They’ll be wondering where I am,” I tell him, tugging at the open collar of his shirt, almost ready to pop another button and peel the silk from his skin.

“Then we’d better be fast.” He shoots me a wicked grin as he drops to his knees. He kisses a frantic path up my thigh until he reaches my underwear. He presses an open mouthed kiss to my damp pussy, and I nearly combust. His teeth graze my hip as he pulls at the band of my underwear, tugging until I lift my hips and he can pull them away from me.

Cool air assaults me, but he quickly replaces it with his talented tongue. He swipes through my slit and stars erupt behind my vision. He grips my thighs with his hands as he devours me, and my heart pounds in my ears. My eyes drift to the locked door and the crowd of well-dressed philanthropists waiting outside, unaware of what’s happening behind it.

Just the thought is enough to drive me wild, and when he crooks a finger inside me, it’s almost too much. I arch my back as my orgasm takes over me, my heels digging into his back. He licks me as I come down, pressing kisses across my inner thighs. Before I can catch my breath, he pulls away, gently tugging my underwear back up my legs and into place.

“You don’t want to keep that pair?” I ask.