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A groan escapes me as I mentally replace the straw with something else.
Seeing my reaction, she gives me a come hither look, her eyes glazed with desire as she hungrily looks me up and down.
"Have I told you how handsome you are," she comes closer, her hand on my upper arm as she lightly traces my muscles. "How beautiful and absolutely breathtaking you are to me?"
I blink, taken aback by her compliments.
"Are you tipsy?" I chuckle, leaning into her so we're at eye level.
"Do I have to be tipsy to compliment you?" She raises a brow. "You're not the only one jealous, you know," she whispers, her mouth skimming my ear. "Look," she nods to the crowd where a few women are dancing in a group, all with their eyes on me as they talk amongst themselves. "They want you. They want what's mine," she continues, shocking me with her possessive words.
"Do they now?" I retort playfully.
"Every woman here, single or accompanied, turned to look at you when we walked in," she then adds in a serious tone.
"I never noticed," I frown. And I hadn't. My attention was solely focused on her.
"You didn't, but I did."
Her fingers are suddenly wrapped in the material of my shirt, tugging me closer and fitting me between her legs.
"I always do. I see them watching you every time we're out. And I know what they see. A handsome, strong man—aspecialman," she says, conviction shining intently in her eyes as she gazes at me. "They see how perfect you are and they want you for themselves. But I'll never let you go, Raf. You're mine," she rasps. "You've been mine all along."
"Iamyours, pretty girl," I assure her with equal conviction.
I'd never realized she was so jealous, and for that I need to try harder to make sure she knows she's the only one for me—willalwaysbe the only one for me.
"You know that's the last thing you need to worry about."
She licks her lips as she smooths her palms over my chest, moving them up until she's cradling my face between her hands. Then, with slow precision, she brushes her mouth over mine.
Once. Twice.
"Make me come," she demands against my lips. "Make me come so everyone can see I'm yours, just like you're mine."
My eyes widen at her request, but I can only comply, feeling for my phone and bringing it between us, laying it flat on the chair, between her legs.
"Your wish is my command," I murmur softly, but I don't immediately go for the remote control.
Instead, I bring my hands to her legs, starting at her dainty ankles as I circle them, feeling how small they are in my grasp. I keep my touch light, so light her skin erupts in goosebumps, her eyes flickering with want every time I move an inch higher.
"The secret to fulfillment is in the anticipation," I whisper, my warm breath fanning her face just as I feel her own hitch in response. "It's in thewhat-if.I could do it right now, stimulate you hard and fast until you come screaming my name. But where would the pleasure in that be? I want to feel your frustration as it mounts, your nails lodged in my skin as you try to tempt me to give it to you. And then I want you to spend in my arms when you least expect it. Then," I pause at the rapt look on her face, her cheeks flushed, her hands already grasping on to my arms, her nails one push away from inflicting pain. "Only then will I give it to you, pretty girl."
Opening her mouth, she's breathing hard as she continues to look me in the eye, begging me with her gaze to give it to her—put her out of her misery.
I haven't so much as touched the remote control yet, but I see the way her body is reacting, tensing ever so slightly, her thighs caging me to her.
"Raf, you," she gasps, her eyes closing as she moans softly.
She's on the edge of the precipice. And to make the fall sweeter, I sneak my hand between her legs, touching the screen as I activate the toy inside her.
It only takes one level for her nails to bite at my skin. Another level for her to clench her thighs, panting as she's slowly getting there. And at the last level—the highest—she comes.
Her spine arches, and with her ankles locked around me, she comes. So fucking hard, she screams my name.
The music plays away, her shout of pleasure lost amid other sounds.
But they know. The people watching know what happened.
