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I brushed my lips over hers as we slow-danced, then nuzzled her jawline, her throat, the scented spot behind her ear. Bedroom moves on the dance floor, with everyone watching.
Hell, I knew it was fake, and I was getting hard.
I backed her into an alcove on the far side of the room that I had spotted earlier. It had big potted ferns on either side, and gauzy curtains dangling from floor to ceiling. I slipped her into the shadows behind them until her back met the wall.
I kissed her deeply, and revelled in the way her entire body melted against me, at the way she strained upwards, wanting to taste more of me. I was fully hard now, and if we had not been here in this public place, I would have taken her immediately.
I craved to know if she was wet. If she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I squeezed the curves of her buttocks in my strong hands, pulling her against my hardness to let her feel it. A little moan came out of her mouth and she quickly stopped the sound. But her arms over my shoulders and her hands in my hair tightened their grip.
With a knowing chuckle, I kissed all the way down her slender throat, down the deep V neckline of her glittering black dress, just as I had wanted to when I first saw her in it in the shop.
I mouthed the curves of her breasts, wishing I could yank that dress aside and reveal her sweet nipples to my gaze. I slid my hand along her hips until I found that long split revealing her stunning legs that had been taunting me all night.
I slipped my hand up her inner thigh, feeling her tremble, almost reaching my goal, when her hand shot out to grab my wrist.
“People will see.”
“That’s the point.”
“No.”
I drew in a ragged breath. She was right. We had to stop this before I lost my control.
I wanted to fuck her right here. I didn’t give a damn who was watching.
“Then shove me away,” I told her hoarsely.
She did me one better. She slapped me hard, her delicate palm stinging my cheek, making me laugh. Punishing me for being unable to keep my hands off her in public.
I knew people had seen it by the collective murmurs of shock nearby. A woman laughed. Marco DeAngelis had gotten what he deserved.
I gathered her into my arms, danced her out of the alcove like a man in love, brushing my mouth over her lips.
She pushed me away angrily and stalked off, and they all watched her go, just like I wanted.
Chapter 19
BETH
I stalked to the ladies’ restroom, my pulse pounding and blood rushing with a mixture of exhilaration and desire and embarrassment.
I knew our little scene had been a purposeful farce, but no one else did. They thought I was a wanton woman. My cheeks were blazing.
In the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face—makeup be damned—and was annoyed when I was swiftly followed in by Georgina and her friends.
“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe you slapped him,” Tammy cried, looking shocked.
“Well, he did make a terrible scene of himself,” said Georgina, looking a mix of disgusted and envious.
“This is not the place to act like you belong on Pornhub,” said Tina.
Her jibe stabbed me, reminded me of Toby. If he decided to be mean about things, she really might one day see a video of me on Pornhub. I felt sick.
But I widened my eyes innocently at her. “What’s Pornhub?”
She flushed, looking outraged. Her friends laughed. I dabbed with a tissue at my smeared mascara that had run in the water. Then walked out before they could resume the questions.
