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I looked up at him, startled, then scanned the room for onlookers.
“Nobody can see, Jessica. Look at me.”
I swallowed a gasp as his hand slid higher. As his fingers played along the inside of my thigh, I dragged my gaze to his face.
“This dress is driving me a little crazy,” he admitted. “The way it hugs your ass, your hips. Now, spread your thighs.”
“I…why?” I couldn’t quite follow the sudden change from compliment to command. His touch was too distracting.
“Be a good girl and do it.” His voice was stern, and I found myself complying without thinking about it.
“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl.”
I bit back a whimper as he reached the apex of my thighs and deftly nudged my panties out of the way.
“I’ve thought about nothing but sliding my hand under this dress since you opened your door.” His gaze stayed on my face, a faint smile on his lips, like we were discussing the weather.
My cheeks burned and I tilted my chin slightly, my hair sliding down to shield my profile, but I kept my eyes on him. A moan rose in my throat, and I had to bite my lip as he pushed his finger into me.
“I’m going to make you come,” he said, voice low.
“Here?” I whispered, instinctively trying to close my thighs.
“Yes,” he said. “Now, keep your legs open for me unless you want me to punish you later.”
The low, sensual threat rolled off his tongue and over me like a wave of water caressing my skin. My hands curled into fists, my breathing ragged.
“Quiet.” He dipped in and kissed my temple. “Nobody’s paying any attention, but if you make too much noise, people will look. They’ll figure out that I’m playing with your pussy under the table. Is that what you want?”
Equal parts terrified and turned on, I shook my head.
“Say it out loud, Jessica.”
“No,” I whispered.
He flicked his thumb over my clit and my brain short-circuited.
“No,what?”
For a moment, I couldn’t figure out what he was asking. Then it hit me, and I replied, “No, sir.”
“Good girl.” He thrust two fingers into me and pressed his thumb against my clit.
And I came, orgasming so hard it almost hurt.
He withdrew his hand, and as I watched, he lifted that hand to his lips and licked his fingers—right there, where anybody could have seen.
My face was scorched, my pussy still clenching.
As he called for the check, I struggled to control my breathing and the wild, chaotic mess that was my heart. I couldn’t afford to fall for this guy. But I knew I was doing it anyway.
I was beyond screwed.
TWENTY-SIX
JESSICA
Staringat my reflection in the mirror, my stomach in knots, I smoothed my hands over the form-fitting bodice of the dress I’d chosen to wear for tonight’s dinner with Derrick.