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Just when I finally get my brain to signal my body to move away, she grabs my hand. Her eyes stay on the game as she slowly leans forward, just a little this time. Casual, like she’s simply trying to get a better view. It sends her backside firmly against me. I swear my heart is louder than the music and I’m certain everyone can tell I’m sweating. My mind is completely blank. All of my attention fixates on where her body meets mine.
This is so inappropriate. She’s my crew mate. My second. My best friend. But when she looks over her shoulder, there’s a spark of fire and challenge mixed with her playful smirk.
My gaze travels from her face to her delicate shoulder, down her exposed back, to her backside flush with my erection.
I glance around the table to see if anyone notices, but they’re all too caught up in the game and their drinks. The room is so crowded everyone is on top of each other. In this environment, it doesn’t seem like a big deal that Vera’s so close to me. But it is.
I want to touch her. It seems like she wants that too, so for once I let myself. I run one finger along her back, right along the swooping edge of her dress, where fabric meets flesh. She definitely shivers this time, and her hand squeezes mine. She likes what I did. So, I do it again.
When I get to that little mole just above her ass, I circle it slowly. Then I dip the top of my finger just under the lowest edge of her dress.
My dick gives a celebratory jump, and I know she feels it. How could she not? But she still doesn’t move away from me. It’s like we’re both edging along a cliff, curious to see what’s at the bottom.
She takes the hand she’s holding and presses my palm to her stomach. I splay my long fingers from her ribs to her hipbone, skimming the skin revealed by the high slit of her dress with my pinky.
It’s like touching the sun.
She leans forward and places another bet. With my hand where it is, her new position makes my thumb graze the underside of her breast. This is torture. I want to rub my thumb over her nipple and see if it’s hard. I’m overflowing with desire.
It feels like there’s a spotlight on us, a neon sign blazing:he wants to fuck his best friend. But no one is paying any attention. They’re not even glancing this way. They’re wrapped up in the game and their own drama.
I bring my lips close to her ear. “What are we doing?”
“Experimenting.”
She keeps playing the game as if my pinky isn’t stroking the small slither of skin at the top of her thigh. As if I’m not thumbing the underside of her breast.
Void, I’m so fucked.
I lean forward, pressing my free hand into the table for balance, caging Vera.
How is this happening right now? I’m really touchingher. The woman I’ve jerked off to more times than I can count and never thought I’d have. She wants me to touch her.
Sure, we’re not doing anything truly scandalous, just a hand spread across her waist, but this is far from innocent. It’s also far from safe. Hope is a dangerous drug and I need to keep myself sober.
Vera’s always been adventurous and easily excited. This probably has nothing to do with me and everything to do with the adrenaline of being touched in public. That seems like the kind of thing that would get her off. It’s never been something that appeals to me, but this is Vera. I’ll take her anyway I can. Every way I can. Anywhere I can.
The dealer calls for another bet. Vera looks back at me and says, “Let’s go.”
I’ve officially swallowed the hope drug. Her hand covers mine on her waist and gives a little squeeze. She stands up and pulls me along with her, throwing a casual goodbye of sorts at our group, by saying, “We’re gonna get some drinks.”
I don’t know if they can tell it’s a lie, but I don’t really care right now. I’m not thinking with my brain anymore. All the blood has moved to another organ.
She scans the room until she finds something that seems to satisfy her. An elevator. We wait quietly while a group gets off, and another group enters. Vera tells them we’ll take the next one, and I know exactly what she intends. Because I know her. I know she’s turned on right now. There’s a rush of pride that I’m the one making her feel this way. I’m too elated. Desperate. Far too hopeful.
I loosen my tie, and this time she doesn’t stop me.
By the time the next elevator comes, there’s a new group of people around us. There’s no way we’re going to get an elevator to ourselves. I glance around and notice a door to the right with a narrow window revealing stairs.
I tug her hand and lead her there. When we’ve gone up two flights without seeing a soul, I stop, spin her so her back’s to the wall, and lean in. Not bothering to hide how hard I am.
She gasps and wiggles her eyebrows. “I knew this dress was a good idea.”
“Vera.” My voice is stern. This is definitely not a good idea. But I can’t stop myself. I press one hand against the wall by her head, and my gaze drops to her pink lips. My forehead touches hers with a deep sigh. “Vera.”
There are too many feelings. Too many desires. I can’t translate them into words. The only thing I can do is say her name.
A question. “Vera?”
