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I shrug, not sure what he wants from me—and already distracted by the slow caress of his hand, tracing light circles on my stomach through my dress. “I don’t know. They don’t care about anything.”
“Good.” Sebastian’s voice is low. Hypnotic. His hand drifts up. “They’re utterly self-absorbed. They take their pleasure, however they want it.”
His hand closes around my breast, squeezing me through the fabric. I gasp. “Seb—” I start, trying to pull away, but he keeps me pinned there, trapped against the balcony.
“What’s the matter, Sparrow?” he asks, sounding amused. He pinches and rolls my nipple, and I shudder with the pleasure of the gesture, but still, the lights are all on, and the wrought iron balcony offers no protection at all.
We’re in full view of anyone who glances up.
“We can’t,” I blurt, twisting my head to try and look at him. “People will see.”
Sebastian’s expression is totally calm. Almost detached. “See what?”
“See you touching me,” I gasp again, as he continues palming my breasts, which feel swollen and aching in his hands.
“So what?” Sebastian says, leaning to drop a hot, slow kiss on my neck. “Let them watch.”
I shudder. He can’t possibly mean…?
But he can. And he does.
As one hand continues squeezing and playing with my breasts through my dress, Sebastian’s other hand moves lower. Down my body.
I tense. “Sebastian…”
“Hush. I know you’re already wet for me.” Sebastian gives me a possessive stroke through my dress, right between my thighs.
I bite back a moan.
“Yes, that’s right. Wet and dripping for me. Because it excites you, doesn’t it? The thought of me touching you here, in front of everyone…”
I gasp for air, feeling dizzy. Overwhelmed. “No,” I reply, but my voice is barely a whisper.
“Yes.” Sebastian strokes me again, and I can’t help arching against his hand, needing more. “I see you, Avery. The flush in your cheeks. The tremble in your knees. The way you’re already panting, needing me to rub that sweet clit and make the ache go away.”
I don’t even try to deny it this time, I just sink my head back against his chest, closing my eyes as he slips his hand up under my skirt, and tugs my underwear aside.
I know resistance is futile. The only thing I can do is sink into the pleasure, and try and forget where I am.
But Sebastian stops.
“No,” he scolds me, cold. “You don’t get to hide. Open your eyes. Spread wider for me. That’s right.”
In a daze, I do as he says, staring out at the party again as Sebastian’s wicked fingers begin to work me, rubbing my clit in swift, sweet circles under my dress, right here for anyone to see.
“Look at you, with your legs spread, so wet and ready for me,” Sebastian muses, sounding smug. “My good Little Sparrow. Now everyone can see what a good girl you are.”
I shudder with heat—and humiliation.
Oh God, what am I doing?
I grip the balcony railing, my legs weak as Sebastian keeps up his sweet, teasing torment.
“How does it feel, knowing anyone could see you like this?” he demands, his touch growing rougher. He curls a finger up inside me, and then another, and I have to bite back a desperate cry of relief at the thick, filling friction.
“That’s right, baby, moan for me.”
I clamp my lips together.No. I can’t make a sound. Nobody’s noticed us yet, but if they hear me…
