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“You’re so fucking hot.” He starts to pant against my neck, and my eyes dart to the bottom floor. My father’s looking around the room, maybe searching for me.
Shit. Don’t you dare look up, Dad.
If he sees my face, sees Carson standing this close, I’m done.
We both are.
I should pull away.
I should bail.
But—
Ahhhhhhh.The cry echoes through my brain as the orgasm builds. Carson’s hitting just the right spot, and I’m struggling to breathe, to contain myself.
“I’m gonna get you back for this.” I punch out the words as a shudder races through my body. I start to shake, pushing myself against the table to hide it. Carson steadies me from behind, cupping my pussy while I ride out the last of my orgasm.
Gently stroking my clit one last time, he mercifully pulls away, straightening my thong before skimming his fingers down my inner thigh. He then pulls my dress back into place. I’m still reeling, my heart thundering as my jelly limbs pulse with a fire I can’t ignore.
Carson starts to laugh, then quickly stops and jerks away from me, moving to the other side of the table.
I glance back down to the bottom tier and notice my father just as he turns, looking up this way. He spots me and I put on a bright smile, daring to wave at him.
Carson’s slinking away from the table, but there’s no way in hell he’s disappearing on me now.
Dad flicks his hands for me to come down, and I hold up my hand. “Five minutes,” I mouth, then add, “Bathroom” for good measure.
He nods and gives me a thumbs-up, and I take this chance, chasing after Carson and snatching his wrist.
He resists me, pulling me toward the bar… about to order another drink.
“No way,” I firmly instruct him. “See that door over there? It leads to the upstairs bathroom, and just beyond that is an empty conference room. You are going to stay here, and in exactly two minutes, you will meet me in there, because we are not finished.”
Before he can respond, I dart away from him and hope he doesn’t waste the two minutes getting a little more drunk. I need him sober enough to lift me against a wall and plunge into me, because I can’t wait until midnight anymore.
CHAPTER42
CARSON
Who knew that two minutes could feel like three hours.
I bob my knee against the bar, looking around me at the various clusters of people chatting while holding my jacket across my crotch in an attempt to hide my erection.
Wily is climbing the stairs, smiling at a group of girls who all turn to ogle him. He spots me and raises his chin, and I will him not to come over here. Thankfully, he spins and heads for the girls.
Smart man.
I check my watch again. Thirty seconds to go.
Fuck it. I can’t wait.
Heading for the bathroom sign, I resist the urge to check over my shoulder, not wanting to look suspicious.
I can’t believe I touched her under the table.
I can’t believe she let me.
But that dress.