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I move between her thighs and use her hips to tug her to the very edge of the table. Elise squeezes my hips with her knees, one quickit’s okay,and relaxes again, giving me the freedom of movement I need to fuck her.
I have to unzip my pants.
My hands freeze. My stomach recoils. I touch Elise instead. Two fingers on the softest part of her. She tilts her hips, clutching the hem of her dress. Her lips press together.Please.That’s what she’s trying not to say. I can see it in her eyes. If she says that out loud, it’ll shatter the illusion that she’s being forced. I’ve already done serious damage to that idea, but one word from Elise might make Bettencourt snap.
It’s fucking appalling that he’s made her pleasure and want so dangerous.
But her need for me is like breathing in clean, sunshine air with my feet in the ocean. A fresh breeze in my hair. I would have done anything for even a second of this feeling on those nights in the alley.
Onthatnight in the alley.
I let the sunshine push the memory away again. Normally, I can hold it at a distance. I’ve spent many years locking it down and away so it can’t touch me. Tonight, it stalks me. Breathes down the back of my shirt.
Sunshine air. Fresh breeze. Elise wants me so much that she can barely hide it from her father. Under the threat of death, she struggles to keep herself from sayingplease.
In my peripheral vision, I see Jacob move to my side. His elbow brushes against mine, but otherwise, he doesn’t touch me. His presence now isn’t a show for the consortium.
I’m here, too.
It kills me to stop touching Elise. Her hips sag to the table when I do. Fuck that. I don’t want to keep her waiting. I don’t want to disappoint her for a single heartbeat. That’s not the game we’re playing tonight.
She keeps her eyes on mine while I undo my belt buckle. My zipper. Jacob’s sleeve glides across my elbow again. I hold my breath, waiting for the rough, painful hold on the back of my neck, but it doesn’t happen.
I free myself from my pants.
When my palm meets her hip, Elise wriggles toward me, doing her best to make the movement subtle. I drag my tip through her folds. Fuck, she’s wet. Jacob did well. I won’t cause her any pain.
The heat of her opening pulls me in, and I go.
Elise breathes out, long and slow, as I fill her. All the way to the hilt. Then I’m absolutely surrounded. By the consortium in their seats. By Jacob at my side. But most of all, by Elise. There’s nothing to breathe but the scent of buttercream frosting and desire. Her muscles flutter, squeezing me, and my body takes over.
Palms on her hips. Eyes on hers. I’ve lost control of my face. I must look lost right now. Taken by her. I can either fuck her or look like a charming bastard, and that’s not even a choice. My hips roll into her because they have to. I need to. For once, my skill in this department doesn’t suffocate me with shame. I’m not watching her so carefully because I want to unlock her secrets. I just want to make her feel good.
This angle. That’s the most contact I can give to her clit.
Wait. A little more.
There.
Her breath comes faster. There’s no way they can believe I’m forcing her now. She’s fucking me back, her hips meeting mine. I make the movement less noticeable. Hold her closer to the table. Closer to me.
The minutes blur. I can’t get them to slow down.
Elise’s breath hitches, and she comes all over me. It’s a longer, more involved orgasm than she gave Jacob. A third one might wreck her.
Which means it’s my turn.
The recording isn’t going to be enough. They’ll want physical evidence. They’ll want me to come inside her.
No. No.No.
Everything but Elise had become hazy background, but now it slams back in like brick against my cheek. I don’t do that. I don’t come with other people. Not since I worked the alleys. I’ve only done it a few times since then. Only with Elise, and I was safe.
I’m just as hungry for her now, but I’m not safe.
It’s not safe.
This is life-or-death sex, just like it was every time I took a job in the alleys. I can’t let it happen. I’ll be blinded. For that split second of relief, I won’t be able to see. I won’t be able to defend us. Any of us.
