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“Well, I’d love to get to know her better—if that’s a possibility? I guess it must be hard to see your old friends when you’re here with me.”
Fuck me, this woman is too perfect for words. She waits for my response, her tits heaving every time she breathes, and my cock twitches in my pants. “Go to the restroom and take off your panties.”
She stares at me, her cheeks turning pink before she looks away. I cup her chin in my hand and tilt her head up. “Look at me.” Her gaze fixes on mine. “Do I need to ask you again?”
“No,” she whispers.
“So go do it and come straight back here to me.”
She nods and turns to obey. I watch every step she takes as she disappears through the crowd to the powder room.
ChapterForty-Nine
MIA
Iwalk out of the powder room, panties stuffed inside my purse, my heart racing wildly as I scan the hall for Lorenzo. I’m not sure if he’s mad at me or not. One second we were talking and the next he went all bossy alpha-hole on me.
I’ve only taken a few steps toward where I left him standing a few minutes ago when he moves in front of me.
He leans close, lips against my ear. “Where are your panties?”
“In my purse.”
“Good.” He takes hold of my elbow, nods at one of his men, Tito, to follow us, and then leads me to a staircase at the back of the room that’s blocked by thick velvet ropes with aclosedsign. Lorenzo simply lifts the ropes and walks up the stairs, leading me with him while Tito trails behind.
My heart beats faster, and I glance around, wondering why he’s bringing me up here, why Tito is coming, and what will happen if we get caught. When we reach the top, Lorenzo turns to his guard. “Make sure nobody comes up here.”
Tito nods and turns to face the stairs. Lorenzo takes my hand and pulls me along the narrow hallway until we reach a balcony that overlooks the ballroom.
Looking out at the crowd, I gasp. The view is incredible from this vantage point. A few people glance up and see us, and I instinctively shrink back, aware we shouldn’t be up here, but Lorenzo is right behind me, pressing his body against mine so I’m pinned to the waist-high wall and unable to move.
He pulls my hair aside and dusts his lips over my neck. “Don’t you like being up here?”
“Yes,” I breathe as heat coils up my spine. “But are we allowed to be here?”
“We’re this charity’s biggest donors, we can be wherever the fuck we want.”
“Then I love it. I love being able to watch everyone.”
“And how do you feel about them watching you?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave. It’s dark and tempting and wicked as sin.
Then he’s lifting my skirts, pulling at the layers of fabric, revealing my bare legs inch by inch. “W-watching me?”
He drags his teeth along the back of my neck as he pulls my dress higher, exposing the tops of my thighs. “Watching you while you come on my cock.”
I inhale sharply, sure I misheard him. There must be at least two hundred people down there.
His fingertips brush my bare ass cheeks, and I shiver. “You want them to watch us?”
“I want them to look up here and have no idea that I’m fucking you,” he says with a dark chuckle. “I want you to come in front of all these people, sunshine, but I don’t want them to know a thing about it.”
“I-I—h-how?” I stammer. The wall hides us both from the waist down, but surely they’ll still be able to tell. They’ll see him railing into me. See my face change when he forces an orgasm from my body.
He glides his hand over my hip and down between my thighs. “Open,” he commands, and I spread my legs wider, allowing him room to rub my clit in slow, teasing circles. “I’m going to slide my cock inside your tight cunt and rub right here”—he presses firmly on the sensitive bud of flesh, and my eyes almost roll back in my head—“until you come for me. And while I’m doing that, we’re going to see if you can make me come with just your hungry little squeezes.”
Heat floods my entire body as I look at the sea of people below. Will they really have no idea what we’re doing? Or will it be completely obvious that I’m being fucked while they’re dancing and drinking champagne?
“I’m going to open my belt,” Lorenzo says softly, preparing me so I don’t freak out at old memories again.
