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Her gaze darts around the room, wide and filled with the delicious mix of nervousness and arousal that drives me wild. “Nicholas,” she breathes. “What if someone sees?”
“Let them. Let them wish it was them instead of me.”
A shiver races through her, and her lips part, her breathing erratic as I press my mouth to the corner of her jaw, just below her ear. Her scent—sweet, vanilla, soft, and utterly hers—wraps around me, making it impossible to focus on anything but the need to ruin her in the best possible way.
Sliding my hand higher, I find the edge of her lace panties. My thumb brushes against the damp fabric, and I groan into her ear. “Soaked. You’re soaked for me.”
Her hips jerk instinctively, seeking more, and I grant it, pressing the pad of my thumb against her swollen clit through the lace. Her head falls back against my chest, and she exhales a moan that has my cock straining painfully against my pants.
She lifts her hips, a silent plea for more, and I slide one finger inside her tight, welcoming heat.
Her gasp is loud enough to draw a few glances, and I tilt my head to watch. Across the room, a group of men have shifted their attention from the stage to us, their gazes hungry and fixed on Amara.
“You see them?” I murmur, curling my finger inside her, finding the spot that has her breath catching. “They can’t take their eyes off you. They love the way your body reacts to me.”
Her eyes flutter open, and she follows my gaze, her cheeks flushing as she realizes they’re watching. But instead of shrinking away, her body tightens around my finger, her hips moving to meet my touch.
A groan rips from my throat. “You like it, don’t you?” I whisper, sliding a second finger inside her, stretching her, teasing her. “Knowing they’re watching your cunt tighten around my fingers.”
Her only response is a strangled moan, her head tilting back, her body arching against my hand as I pick up the pace, fucking her with my fingers in deep strokes. Every sound she makes, every quiver of her body fuels the fire burning through me.
“Be a good girl, Amara. Come for me. Let them see how beautiful you are when you coat my fingers with your cum.”
She grips my arm, her breath quickening, as I curl my fingers inside her, hitting that spot I know makes her lose control.
“Nicholas,” she moans as she comes on my fingers, a shudder running through her.
Fuck. The sound of my name leaving her lips has me unraveling. I yank my hand away, spinning her around without a second thought. Her eyes widen in shock, but before she can say another word, I push her onto the empty bed beside us, her body sinking into the soft mattress with a gasp.
Her gaze locks onto mine, wide and questioning, as I strip off my suit jacket with one fluid motion. She lifts herself onto her elbows, anticipation written all over her face.
I want her to feel this, to know how beautiful she is, how badly I need her. And I want every goddamn person in this room to witness it.
“I love to watch,” I murmur as I slowly unbutton my shirt, throwing it carelessly to the floor. “But right now, I need your mouth.”
Her chest rises and falls, each breath sharp and shaky as I strip off my belt and pants, my cock aching and already leaking for her.
I’ve never done this. Never been the one on display. Never been exposed in front of so many eyes. But with Amara here, not touching her is pure fucking torture. I don’t care about anyone else in this room. Not a single person. Just her.
I step closer, letting my hand glide along her jaw, my thumb brushing her bottom lip. Amara’s tongue darts out, tasting me, and it’s the sweetest invitation I’ve ever received.
Her eyes flicker, a mix of hunger and hesitation. “Nicholas…”
“Color?” I ask.
“Green,” she murmurs, her gaze locking onto mine.
I nod, loving how open she is to this. “Then be a good girl for me and get on your knees.”
Amara shifts, positioning herself on her knees as her hands slide up my thighs. The heat of her touch has me clenching my fists to keep control. She looks up at me through her lashes, the flush in her cheeks making her look even more irresistible.
She presses her lips to the tip of my cock, her mouth warm and soft as she takes me between her lips. My head falls back, a groan rumbling deep in my chest as she moves, her tongue swirling, teasing.
The low hum of the gasps and moans fades into the background. The only thing I can focus on is her. Her lips sliding over me, her nails digging into my thighs as she takes me deeper, her soft little moans vibrating against my cock.
I glance down at her eyes on me, and her red lips stretched wide around me.
“Taking me so well,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You love my cock deep in your throat, don’t you?”