Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
“I don’t know why. It’s just a bodily function. And I have a few ideas on how to help you with the pain management.” He ran a finger over her panty-clad pussy and she shuddered. Up and down, over her clit.
“Next time we go out, you won’t wear panties.”
He could not be serious.
And yet, at the same time, she could feel her body heating at the thought.
“My girl likes that thought.” He slid his fingers under her panties and along her wet slit.
“Reuben, we can’t.”
“Of course we can. I’m going up to collect that award soon and give a short speech. I want to do that with the smell of your pussy on my fingers.”
Okay, now she knew she was bright red.
“You can’t say things like that!” What if someone heard him? People just didn’t speak like this.
“Why not?” he murmured. “If we had time and somewhere private, I’d take you there and feast on you. You’d taste better than any of this crappy food. And then I’d go make my speech with your arousal glistening on my lips. Do you think any of them would know what it was?”
Dear Lord.
No. Nope. This was not happening.
He slid two fingers deep inside her and she clenched down.
“Easy, baby. You’re going to relax and let me do what I like.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll have to punish you. And I think a fitting punishment would be a night of edging, don’t you?” he said as he withdrew his fingers.
Edging?
Holy Moly.
She knew about edging from her books. Matt would never have dared to have . . . urgh, she had to stop thinking about Matt.
Matt wasn’t here, and the truth was, she was glad.
For the first time, she could admit to herself that she didn’t want Matt to be here because . . . because perhaps he wasn’t what she really needed.
Perhaps this devilish man with a wicked tongue was what she needed. Even if he did say extremely naughty things in public.
And you like it.
You’re wet.
“Are you going to relax now, baby? Let me in?”
She nodded.
“That’s a good girl.”
Faith stole a look at Cat, but she and Alejandro were deep in conversation.
“Don’t look at them,” Reuben growled at her. “Your attention needs to be fully on me.”
She nearly rolled her eyes. Of course it had to be.
But she turned back to him. Everyone was listening to the emcee go on and on.
“You’re being such a good girl for me.”
Her breath was growing faster. This was so bad. At any moment, someone could catch on to what they were doing.
But she wasn’t stopping him.
His fingers slid back inside her.
Oh dear Lord.
Bad. So bad.
But so good.
Then he stilled with his fingers pressed deep inside her. She had to force herself not to move. Not to thrust her hips so she could feel some friction.
When she glanced at Reuben, the expression on his face was one of mild interest. How did he do that? He even reached for a glass of water and took a sip.
Curling his fingers inside her, he rubbed the tips against her passage.
Oh, hell.
Wow.
She shuddered, unable to stop herself. And then his fingers were gone. He slid them from her pussy before righting her panties and removing her leg from where it rested over his.
Nooo.
What was he doing?
In a daze of arousal, she realized t the emcee had just called his name. Oh God. She’d forgotten about his award.
Idiot.
Lucien leaned over toward her as Reuben walked on stage. His smile was oily. Slick.
“That was a nice little show the two of you put on. Too bad you didn’t get to come. I would have liked to hear the noises you’d have made.”
She shoved herself back in the seat, away from the sick bastard leering at her.
“Blossom? What’s wrong? Is he being rude? Annoying you?” Cat wrapped her arm around Faith’s shoulders and glared at Lucien.
“He better not be,” Alejandro said darkly. “What he better do, is get up and fucking leave before Reuben catches on that he’s upset his girl. Or I decide to do something about him.”
Lucien went a pale, sickly white. She couldn’t even take much enjoyment out of his fear. Her heart was racing too hard. What was she doing? This wasn’t her.
What was wrong with her?
Lucien got up and swiftly left. She felt paranoid. Studying everyone around her, she wondered if anyone else had worked out what was going on?
“Blossom? Are you all right?” Cat asked quietly as Reuben started his speech.
“I’m fine.”
Except she wasn’t.
Deep breath in. Let it out.
Just because some asshole was watching doesn’t make it wrong. It doesn’t make it dirty.
But what had she been thinking? Doing that in public?
Faith was a good girl.
Good girls didn’t do things like that. Her family would be so ashamed of her. Not that they’d ever learn about what she’d just done . . .