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That was my cue. I reached for the pocket of his dress pants and slipped my fisted palm into his pocket before dropping my gift and retreating. He stilled, energy thrumming.
“Consider that my initial proposal. I look forward to your counter draft, Tor. Perhaps we can meet at an amicable conclusion before the night’s end?” With that, I brushed past him and skipped gracefully down the hall.
When I reached the elevator, I punched the button before turning to face him. With my black panties now clutched in his hand, he closed my door and met my gaze. Wild intrigue brightened those blue orbs, sending a scalding heat skittering over my skin. He walked toward me, then brought my panties to his nose and inhaled. “I’ll get back to you with an equally satisfactory proposition, suits. Count on it.”
Warmth pooled between my legs.Fucking hell, what did I just do?I’d thought I was so clever by negotiating a new, albeit verbal, contract with him for this fake relationship. I should have known a dangerous player like Viktor Markovich would raise the stakes to new heights.
~*~
Nothing happened duringthe cocktail hour apart from a lot of hand shaking and idle chit-chat. But as we sat for dinner, Viktor pushed my chair purposely into the table so the cloth covered my lap. He’d messed up the seating chart by putting our backs against the wall, but the wedding planner chose not to argue with the brute wearing the firm, commanding smile, and seats were changed without drawing the attention of my mother.
The speech my father made welcoming everyone to the wedding was so droll that when Viktor’s hot and heavy hand fell on my thigh, I wasn’t expecting it. I stifled a sharp inhale as those strong, sure fingers skated over my skin, leaving scorch marks in their wake. With shaky hands, I reached for my water and took a long sip. The drone of my father’s voice faded to the background as the slow, lazy trail of those fingers journeyed under my skirt before looping back down to my knee. The pattern repeated, changing track with every sweep. I shifted, trying to divert those fingers where I wanted them, but each time they ventured near they slipped away again.
As my father’s speech came to a close, cheers went round the room. I saw tears glistening in my sister’s eyes, momentarily garnering my attention. Since we weren’t overly prone to public displays of emotions, I debated if they were fake. However, that absent thought only lasted a moment, because just then the first course came out, and those sure fingers brushed along the line where my panties should have been. I jerked in surprise but managed to respond to an aunt across the round table. The conversation ebbed and flowed, but I didn’t bother with more than the bare minimum.
Viktor slid his fingers through my slick folds. Finding my clit, those same slow, lazy circles continued but mercifully didn’t stray. I didn’t want him to stop and was breathless with the chaotic energy he so easily stirred.
“Yeah, it is sad, but they wanted a small wedding party. Gavin and Henry’s sister, Chelsey, were the logical choices—one from eachssiiidee.” I squeaked the last word because Viktor chose that moment to plunge two fingers inside me.
A low groan sounded from the male to my left. I liked that he was similarly affected. In and out his fingers slid, stopping only to rub my sensitive clit. Uncrossing my ankles, I spread my legs for him. He rubbed again, and pleasure seeped into my muscles. My nipples strained against the padding of the dress, and I wished he could just bend over and suck them.
I’d been lying to myself for some time now about how his every look made me fill with lust. I wanted—no, I needed—this. I needed him.
His fingers continued to roll up and down my clit. Those slow, tantalizing strokes had my hips squirming for more. It was a master act to keep the motions discreet.
I turned my face into his shoulder and moaned quietly. It felt good, insanely good. I’d never been touched like this before, never in such a high stakes struggle for control. The risk of discovery only added to the excitement.
I gasped softly when he pushed a finger deep inside. My chest surged with pleasure. His touch was magic. My lips parted, the buzz of the dinner conservation at a cadence I could hide under.
He worked my clit, fucking me, and I realized how much this sucked. I wanted to be kissing him, locked in his arms and feeling his body against mine.
Deciding to risk it, I pinched his arm and made to move out of my seat. His fingers disappeared, my pussy buzzing at their loss. Tossing my napkin down, I dashed into the hall. My little black dress was ruched, and the rippling effect combined with the color would hide any evidence of what we’d been doing.
I pushed into the bathroom. Mercilessly, it was empty. Not ten seconds later, Viktor burst inside and caught me. He threw the lock, then pushed me into the door. Roughly hiking my skirt up, he resumed his sensual touch. I moaned, throwing my head back into the door. He covered my mouth with his, and I whimpered against his tongue.
I reached up and kneaded my breast. With a growl, Viktor pawed my hand away and expertly pinched and rolled my nipple. The pain and pleasure had me moving toward the edge. This was blinding bliss.
Rocking into his touch, I felt the orgasm build. Another finger slid inside me, joining the pair already there. I gasped at the invasion, but my pussy betrayed me, rubbing against his palm. Viktor reached up to pull my hair to the side. Throat exposed, he sucked hard. A shiver raced over my skin. But it wasn’t fear. It was something far worse. A moment later, the shattering release fractured through me. Viktor continued the punishing rhythm as I rode out my pleasure.
