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He ran his fingers over my clit teasingly, so softly that I came alive but would never be satisfied without more. And, by the humour in his eyes, that was the exact point. My hips rolled all of their own accord and the corner of his lip twitched victoriously.
“I told you once wouldn’t be enough,” he said as he rubbed me. “But if you want more, you’ll have to beg for it.”
I pushed his hand away. “You’ll be the one begging, Valk.”
The twitch at the corner of his lips this time was less humoured. “I will never bow to you.”
I took a step towards him, getting into his space for once. “The only place you’ll ever want to be is on your knees at my feet.”
His hand went to my throat gently. “Not before I have you on your knees at mine.”
“Take your hand off me,” I warned him.
“Please?” he teased.
“I won’t tell you twice.”
A flash of desire lit his eyes at my defiance. A flash that I felt in my clit. I wanted him to throw me against this wall and show me exactly how bad I was being. He wanted that, too.
“I’ll find her,” I heard Apollo’s voice and panic gripped my heart.
Valen growled in annoyance and pushed away from me. He stalked off in the opposite direction, in no rush to not be seen with me, but still avoiding Apollo finding us together.
“What are you–?” Apollo’s voice cut off.
I turned and found him with his arm out and his mouth agape, like he’d frozen.
“What?” I asked, not really taking in the look on his face.
“You…” he breathed as I walked towards him.
“I, what?” I asked.
His hands went to my waist as I stopped in front of him and he looked me over. I saw him lick his lip slowly. Finally, his eyes found my face again and he smiled.
“You look gorgeous.”
He took my hand and pulled me towards the Parlour.
“Thanks,” I told him.
Just before the door, his arm went to my back and he indicated I precede him. Ever the gentleman.
As Apollo led me through the room, I realised his hand was lower than usual. Appropriate. Still very appropriate, but a whole hand’s width lower. When we got to the bar – smaller than the one in the ballroom – his other hand slid over the gap of bare skin at my waist sensually.
“This new?” he asked.
“My stomach?” I joked.
He laughed and leant his nose to my ear. “No. The dress.”
“It is. You like it?”
With the safety of the bar behind us, his hand slid down to cup my arse cheek. “Very much. You look good.”
“Drink, Mr Callahan?” the bartender asked.
Apollo’s attention was off me and on the bartender like flipping a switch, all hands back to where they were supposed to be. Apollo’s face was suave and calm, not at all like a man who’d just had his hands on his girlfriend’s arse. She says like she’d know what that was like.
