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“Next time we’re alone?”
Her husky whisper sends me up in flames. Suddenly, I’m impatient as hell to get out of here.
A quick glance tells me there are at least a dozen people recording us. It’s a nice start, but I need to blow this up so we can leave this place and find some privacy.
“Hell yes.”
The song changes. “Looking for Your Love” by DallasK starts blasting. Corinne gets into it. I hold her hips while she sways and I drag my lips over her skin. She rakes her fingers through my hair and sends me a hungry stare that makes me chafe to get her alone.
“Before you, I hardly ever thought about sex,” she murmurs. “I think you’ve corrupted me.”
“And I’ve loved every minute of it.”
Her eyes soften. “I have, too.”
That look, right there. I’d swear she feels something for me—not as a co-conspirator but as a man. As her lover.
Then we don’t bother speaking or even look at the crowd for the rest of the song. I simply plant my mouth over hers and lose myself until there’s nothing but her melting against me and the sound of my harsh breathing echoing in my head.
No idea how much time has passed before we bump into others dancing. I come up for air to assess the situation. Corinne’s lashes flutter open. She looks dazed, lips swollen, and aroused. No mistaking that expression.
More cameras aim in our direction. More people stare.
No one seeing her face now could possibly imagine she’s still in love with Riley.
Or am I just hoping that’s true?
The song ends, and I look back to the table. Harlow and Noah stand. My brother-in-law salutes me. My sister blows us kisses.
Their way of saying the stage is ours.
Time to finish this act. I don’t want to share Corinne’s passion with the rest of the world. A little more shock and awe for the crowd ought to do it, then I’m taking her home so I can have her all to myself.
I lead her back to the table, a luxurious, semi-private booth that’s all ours. As we sit, the server delivers fresh drinks. I swallow back my shot, grimacing at the burn blazing down my throat. But that fire has nothing on the one behind my zipper.
Beside me, Corinne sucks back half her glass, then looks at me with feverish eyes—and drops her hand to my thigh. There’s a question on her face I don’t understand, but I know the answer is sex. That’s what she wants.
I’m happy to oblige.
“That’s dangerous,” I tell her with a pointed glance at her wandering fingers.
Her lips turn up in a kittenish smile as she presses her lips to my ear. Her hand drifts closer to my stiff cock.
“Want to know what I just realized?” she taunts me.
“Tell me.”
“Right now, I can tease you. I can work you up and up and up…” Her fingers glide even higher on my thigh. She must feel the heat emanating from my balls. “And you can’t do anything about it except kiss me.”
“I’ll make you pay later.”
The look she gives me from under her lashes nearly sends me off like a rocket. “I look forward to that.”
This is her playful side. I don’t know if the booze or the kisses have loosened her up or whether she finally feels comfortable enough with me to let her hair down, but I’m loving this. It doesn’t feel like she’s acting. I’d swear this is fucking real.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to play with fire?”
“Maybe I like a little heat.”
“Hmm.” I kiss my way up her neck. “Too bad you’re wrong.”
“About?” she asks breathlessly.
“I can do more than kiss you.”
She looks scandalized. “Not here.”
I raise a brow at her. “I’ll get you off before we leave.”
Her eyes widen—and not purely in surprise. “With everyone watching?”
Is my once-shy virgin aroused by a little exhibitionism? Maybe. Corinne is full of surprises. Her curiosity is also conveniently timed and way more effective than what I had planned.
I reply with a shrug that suggests I don’t care who sees. It’s not true, but if some heavy petting in public does it for her…I can indulge. If it pisses Parker off, even better.
“You wouldn’t.” Her voice is so soft I almost can’t hear it, despite the fact our faces are inches apart.
“You daring me?”
Her fingers inch up my thigh again. I suck in a breath.
“What if I am?”
“You’re going to get burned, princess.”
Before she can sass back, I haul her onto my lap, straddling my thighs, and settle her over my throbbing inches. Grabbing hold of her hips, I stare into her eyes. Then I press up underneath her, right where she aches.
She gasps and grabs my shoulders. “Xavian…”
And she rocks down on me. Through our clothes, I feel the heat of her pussy, the burn of her need. It takes everything inside me not to throw my head back with a groan. But I have to keep my wits while she loses her mind.
