AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“First time tasting alcohol?”
She shook her head.
“I’m usually allowed a glass of watered-down wine.”
Allowed. One glass. Diluted. It all sounded so stifling. I clenched my teeth, fighting the urge to take Beth far, far away from home and never let her return.
“Well, the bar is yours for the night,” I replied. “Is there anything you’ve always wanted to try?”
She considered for a moment.
“What about…tequila?”
As the night went on, Beth’s inhibitions melted away. She didn’t pull her phone out. Not once. Instead, she started swaying on her own to the pulsing bass of the music without any prompting from me.
It didn’t take long before people started to recognize us. Then they started taking pictures. Some of them were subtle about it, pretending to search for a signal with their phones. Others were obviously gawking, as if we were a curiosity in a traveling circus.
It took every ounce of concentration to stop myself from telling the onlookers to fuck off. Give us breathing room. Mind their own goddamn business.
This was part of the deal though. Beth came with an audience. It had to be that way.
Beth shifted closer until her hip bumped against mine. She took my other hand, guiding it around her waist as she gazed up at me. Her black eyeliner made her blue eyes appear nearly icy white. Her lips looked kiss-bitten to plumpness already and I hadn’t even done anything yet.
“I thought you were supposed to ruin me, remember?” Beth said, sliding her arms around my neck. “You’re being very gentlemanly about it.”
The movement brought her body flush against mine. The heat of her skin radiated through her corset and leather pants. I could feel the way her ribs expanded on every breath. Despite her makeover, I could still smell her honey-rose perfume, reminding me that this was the same sweet, innocent, sheltered Beth I was supposed to be helping.
I curved my palm around the back of her neck, threading my fingers up into her hair. Then I tugged her head back, exposing her throat and the delicate flutter of her pulse.
With the deafening music, the shift of bodies, the buzz of alcohol, and the delirious feeling of having Beth in my arms, I stood on the precipice of a choice.
It would be so easy to lose myself in this woman—to blur the lines between fact and fiction. But I had to keep my wits about me. No matter what my feelings for Beth were, none of what happened tonight could be real. It was merely a performance for the masses.
I closed my mouth over Beth’s throat, pressing the flat of my tongue to her pulse. Her breath shuddered and I felt the vibration of her small, strangled moan. My other hand traveled slowly down her body, mapping every curve. Anyone staring at us would watch the way my palm cupped the swell of her breast, cradled the dip of her waist.
Then I let my hand settle on her ass at the same time I dragged my gaze up to meet the eye of a camera across the room.
Something growled in my chest, dark and possessive.
Let them look.
Let them see precious, flawless, perfect Bethany Golde choosing her own pleasure for once, pleasure that made her forget the world around her.
Chapter Seven
Beth
The slick heat of Axel’s mouth at my neck had me seeing stars. His hands were huge and heavy too, gliding over me, touching me in a way I’d never been touched before. My body ached with the craving formore, more, please.
Axel breathed a faint laugh against the curve of my throat, nuzzling at my earlobe.
Had I said that out loud?
I shoved my hands into Axel’s vest, palms mapping his muscled chest. God, he was so warm and solid and I couldn’t stop touching him.
The alcohol turned my brain into a hazy, sluggish fog. Weren’t we supposed to be dancing?
Sort of.
