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“Thought about showing off for the security team?” I whispered.
“Showing off for anyone,” he clarified.
“Oh, yes,” I said.
“And have you?”
“Yes,” I whispered. Why was I being so honest and blunt with him? I really didn’t know. This so wasn’t like me. Usually, I was the kind of girl who liked to sleep with guys and then ditch. I didn’t keep them around long enough to banter. I certainly never kept any of them around long enough to tease. Not like this.
That’s what he was doing, though. He was teasing me. Taunting me. He was toying with me and I was loving every second of it. My pussy clenched in anticipation as David rested his hand on my waist. We hadn’t even kissed yet, and already, I was thinking about what it would feel like to have him slide his fingers inside of me.
That was what I wanted. It was what I was suddenly craving. Okay, so maybe I wasn’t going to win his little bet after all. Then again, maybe I didn’t want to win it in the first place.
“Tell me,” he murmured. He pressed his lips to my cheek, and then to my neck. He kissed me softly there, but his hands were on my waist, and somehow, I felt like I was handing over all of my control. I was giving everything to him, and he hadn’t even kissed my mouth yet. He was teasing me, and I felt suddenly like I had to earn it. Was that what this was all about? He wanted me to beg him?
Because I would.
I wasn’t beneath begging.
Not when I felt like this.
“I mean, let’s be honest, David. I’ve got great tits,” I said breathlessly. “Don’t you think some guy hanging out in the security room would love to see them? He’d think it was an accident, but we’d both know the truth.”
“What’s the truth, kitten?” He murmured, nipping at my ear.
“The truth is that I like to be a little bad.”
The words came out before I could stop them. I’d played at BDSM clubs before, and I’d been with partners who liked to top, and I’d been with people who were a little bit wild. I’d been with vanilla people and kinky people and everyone in-between. Yeah. It was safe to say I liked to be bad.
“How bad?”
“Bad enough that I didn’t wear panties tonight,” I murmured.
I hadn’t planned to say it yet.
To be honest, it sort-of just slipped out. I was glad that it did, though, because his hand slid between my legs and up the inside of my thighs.
“I haven’t even touched your pussy yet and I know you’re wet,” he growled against my ear. “Tell me how I know.”
“Because my legs are wet,” I whispered.
It was true.
Ever since I’d spotted David at the party, my body had been nothing but turned on. I’d been roaring and ready to go, and I hadn’t even known that he was maybe even slightly interested in me. Well, I sure as hell knew now. I was smart enough to know that a relationship with my brother’s best friend would never work, but a fling? Just one night?
Yeah, that was something I could handle.
“Do you want me to keep going?” He murmured. “We’re in view of a camera. Someone’s getting a show.”
“Yes,” I said before I could talk myself out of it. The hallway had mysteriously become vacant. It was getting late, I reasoned, and there were other events going on. People were getting drunk and cozying up with their partners. They were going back to their rooms or fucking in bathrooms, and we had the hallway to ourselves.
“How high do you want me to go?” David whispered.
“All the way,” I blurted out.
“Like this?” His fingers inched up my leg, but he didn’t touch my pussy. Not just yet. One of his digits just gently grazed my pussy lips, but he didn’t slide it over my clit. Not yet. He was teasing me. No, he was torturing me.
“I need more,” I told him.
