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Below us people dance, the belly dancers perform, and bodies move together, more frisky as the alcohol flows, pressing against one another. We stand above it all with me topless for all to see. If they looked up, that is, which they don’t.
Fuck, this is hot.
Cash’s fingers pull on my nipples again, and my entire body shudders. His hands skate down my hips, and he hooks his thumbs into my leather pants before slowly sliding them down, taking my panties with them. Then he pushes me against the balcony for balance and helps me step out of my pants.
I’m completely nude, aside from my top which sits around my waist, but Cash doesn’t let that stay. He pulls it over my head and leaves me completely bare.
I turn into his chest, wanting to hide myself, but Cash turns me back toward the balcony. We’re bathed in an almost red light, and I can only imagine how hot we look together right now, him fully dressed and me fully nude. I lean my head against his shoulder, surprising myself with how comfortable I am being completely on display. Against my neck he speaks slowly in his smooth drawl, “Do you know how gorgeous you are, Grace?” His fingers follow the curves of my hips up to my breasts, and I sigh as my entire body shivers in desperation. “You are the most beautiful woman in this room, and you’re all mine.”
My body heats at his words as his hands stroke up and down my hips. When one of his hands slips between my legs, he mumbles into my ear, “How do you wanna come, baby?”
I whimper a response. He’s in control. I can’t think when his fingers move so expertly over my clit.
Below us, I spot two women pressed up against the wall in the shadows and watch as one pushes her hand up the other woman’s skirt. When they start kissing, I feel myself grow wetter and try to turn away, feeling embarrassed and guilty.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Cash whispers against my neck. “They are both beautiful…just like you. If watching them turns you on…”
It feels wrong and dirty, but I can’t look away.
Cash’s fingers slide in and out of me, fast then slow, all while his thumb continues to put pressure on my clit and he mutters dirty words into the night. “You’re such a good little slut, I fucking love how your pussy grips my fingers, fuck yes, Grace, squeeze me tighter.”
With his hands between my legs, his lips against my neck, and my eyes trained on the women, he takes my orgasm and shatters my world. I come so hard I’m still panting and barely hear him unzip his pants. He takes both of my hands and places them on the banister. “Hold tight, Angel,” he whispers before grabbing my hips and pressing his heavy cock against my entrance. I whimper, literally begging for him to fill me. My entire body is buzzing like a live wire and I feel out of my mind with need. When he finally thrusts into me, and I feel the thick slide of heat tear through my body, his cock jolting my stomach forward into the cold metal banister, his hand clamps down on my mouth to cover my cries. “I’m the only one who gets to hear you this way…but if anyone looked up, Grace, they’d know who you belong to.”
I close my eyes and focus on us. On the way he moves in and out of my body, on the feel of his fingers pressed against my hips as he grunts what sounds like my name, over and over again. On the way my fingers feel as they reach back for his neck to pull him closer, and how his hand then finds my breasts as he rolls my nipple between his fingers and tweaks, leaving me squeezing him tighter and him cursing in my ear. On the hotness of his breath against my neck, on the beads of sweat that slide between us. How everything in this moment feels raw and primal and right.
We are literally having sex for the entire club to see, but no one does because we are above them all, in our own private arena, out in the open. To say this is the hottest thing, the dirtiest thing, the most out-of-character thing I’ve ever done would be an understatement. And yet I’ve never felt so alive. I’ve never felt so reckless and crazy and fucking happy in my life.
I grip the metal banister tighter and look down, watching the bodies move together in an almost hypnotic way, as Cash moves in and out of me, grunting and whispering as he leans down and kisses my back, then alternates slapping my ass and thrusting again.
I’m so fucking hot and turned on that another orgasm takes me by surprise and squeezes Cash so tight that I pull his from him as well. I feel the first burst of pleasure as we both pulse, and I lean back into him, relishing being owned by this man as he grunts “mine” and loses complete control. He may own me, but I love knowing that in this moment, I own him as well.
Chapter30
Grace
Cash: Frank can come by around 5:45 to pick you up. Just text him when you’re ready.
I roll my eyes. That man is such a control freak. And while sometimes I love it, like last night when I let him control my entire body and fuck me in public—what in the hell was I thinking?—other times his controlling ways leave me wanting to push back.
Also, I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable having someone shuttle me around on a regular basis, but for the moment, I let the issue go. I’ve been delaying my phone call to Jonathan all week, and I need to get this over with.
I pick up the phone and dial his number, waiting two rings until his familiar baritone voice comes over the line. “Gracie, I figured I’d be hearing from you soon. I’m actually surprised it took you so long.”
Oh, shoot.
“Sorry. I know I should have called sooner. I’m sure you’re not loving the press.”
Jonathan’s dark chuckle reverberates through the phone. “Being considered one of the men lucky enough to be dating you is not a hardship.”
Such a flirt. And full of shit. “Right,” I say as a laugh escapes my lips. “You are ridiculous. Anyway, as you can imagine this has caused quite a conundrum because people don’t know that I’m getting divorced, so it appears that I’m currently sleeping with both my client and you. Not a great look for me.”
“Cash hasn’t released something to set everyone straight?” he asks, his voice taking on a perturbed tone.
I bite my lip. “Um, no. I asked him to let me handle this. He’s a client of the firm. It’s my job.”
Jonathan sighs. “He’s also the one you are actually dating. He should be protecting you.”
I don’t know how Jonathan knows this, nor do I want to lie to him. We’ve been friends for years and I’m about to ask him a big favor. I would feel awful if I didn’t lead with the truth. “It’s not the right way to go about this. No matter what we say people are going to assume that I cheated since no one knows about Steven’s affair, and I really don’t want to get into a mudslinging contest. The most important thing is my business. I can’t have people thinking I sleep with my clients.”
