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CHAPTER 48
WINNIE
The entire roomfeels electrified as we wait for the performance to begin. It’s like everyone has taken a deep breath in but not let it out yet. The lights have gone all the way down, the only source coming from the lights aimed at the stage.
A shiver runs down my spine as Archer presses his lips to the bare skin of my shoulder.
“We should probably take a seat,” I whisper.
“Why? The view from here isspectacular.” He continues to kiss along my skin, making me break out in goose bumps.
“Because you sit at the opera. They’ll take the stage any moment, and I want to enjoy it.”
His breath is hot against my skin with his laugh. “Are you telling me you aren’t enjoying this?” His tongue peeks out, wetting the skin he presses his lips to. “Or this?” he continues, nipping at the hollow of my throat.
The curtain rises right as the orchestra begins to play a beautiful, dark melody. My pulse spikes with anticipation of the show beginning—but also because of the trail Archer’s lips are leaving on my skin.
“It’s starting,” I breathe, my eyelids fluttering shut when Archer’s hand begins to pull at the fabric of my dress. A woman in an intricate dress walks out to the middle of the stage, her eyes traveling over the audience as the music begins to build.
“I know,” Archer answers, continuing to lift the skirt of my dress. A chill runs through my body as my leg is exposed.
I try to push off the balcony railing to take a seat, but Archer holds his ground behind me. He stands solid, not letting me move. His arms are on either side of me, caging me in and overwhelming my senses. I turn my neck to try and look at him, but all he does is nod toward the performer onstage, who has begun to sing the most hauntingly beautiful song.
“Focus on the music,” Archer commands as his fingertips drift up my leg. His touch is featherlight, somehow making the press of his skin against mine more intense. “While I make this experience even better for you,” he finishes.
“We can’t…” I begin, my grip tightening on the railing as his fingers drift along my hip.
“We can. Wewill.” His tone leaves no room for interruptions. I wouldn’t interrupt him anyway because before I can even come up with an argument, his hand drifts low enough for him to discover I’m not wearing any panties.
A low growl comes from his chest as he runs his fingers along my wetness. “Why aren’t you wearing any panties?” His tone is angry but also filled with lust.
I rub my lips together as I try to hide my smile. It feels so wrong to be up here looking down on everyone else as Archer circles my clit in a delicate way that has my toes curling in my heels. “I didn’t want there to be a line,” I manage to get out, grinding my ass against him.
“I don’t know if I should thank you or punish you for it.” He clears his throat, his words coming out husky.
He begins to slide a finger inside me, making me moan. I’m the one who needs to thank him for getting us a private balcony suite since no one can see exactly where his hand is right now.
“You know this wasn’t my plan tonight,” Archer begins, sliding another finger inside. “I wanted to take my wife to the opera, sit next to her, and watch her enjoy the performance.”
“Sure, it wasn’t,” I tease, letting my head fall against hisshoulder. If anyone looked up, they might just think we’re opera enthusiasts wanting to get the best view possible. We look like we’re sharing a lover’s embrace, but none of them would have any idea that Archer’s fingers are moving in and out of me slowly and deliberately.
“It wasn’t, baby.” He presses kisses to my neck as the instruments in the orchestra slow down their tempo. “But there’s just something about seeing you in a dress like this that does something to me every damn time.”
His fingers circle my clit in a way that feels so good my knees begin to give out. Luckily, he supports my weight, never faltering in bringing me the most euphoric pleasure. “Archer,” I moan, my orgasm building at the same time the singer and the music begin to get louder and more fast-paced.
“You were fucking magnificent tonight. I’m in awe of you and want to reward you by feeling your pussy hug my fingers in pleasure.” He kisses my neck, nipping and sucking at the tender skin as my entire body tenses with the oncoming orgasm. “Come for me, my love.”
The rough way he tells me to come as if he’s just as desperate for it as me sends me over the edge. I yelp, the orgasm ricocheting through my body at the same time the singer opens her mouth and belts out the loudest, most beautiful note as my entire body lights on fire with pleasure.
I don’t support any of my weight, fully depending on Archer to keep me upright as I ride the waves of the orgasm. He keeps his fingers inside me the entire time, pushing them in and out to ensure I savor every last second of it.
My shoulders shake as I let out a long breath, my mind coming to terms with the fact I let him finger me in such a public place.
I spin, forgetting all about what’s happening on the stage for a moment to look at Archer. He smirks, pulling his fingers from me and letting the skirt of my dress fall to the ground.
Keeping eye contact with me, he brings his fingersto his lips and licks them completely clean of my arousal. My thighs squeeze together at the sight.
“This is already the best opera I’veeverbeen to, and the show’s barely begun,” he quips, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
