Page 44 of Play for Power (Central Sparks #3)

accidental public orgasms

Rosie

“ S o.” Caleb’s smooth voice pulls me from being trapped in my thoughts, dreading tonight and trying to anticipate every possible scenario with my horrific family. Trying to plan how to prepare Caleb for this shit show. “What is this event anyway if it isn’t for your family?”

“It’s a friend of the family. The opening night of some new casino.” I wave a hand at him as I stare out the window. He makes a humming sound, like he just realized something.

“The Castillo’s new casino? They’re… friends of the family?” He half chuckles the words and it has my eyes turning to him, confused.

“Uh, yeah?”

“They’re like the most prominent family in like…the world, they have a casino in every major city across the world, in every major hotel, and probably more.”

“Don’t let my father hear you say that about them, he likes to think he is the top dog.” An empty laugh leaves my lips and I drop his gaze, hiding from the way his expression turned from a kid in a candy store to concern as he watches me.

“So, what are the stakes?”

I internally thank him for changing the subject.

“Stakes…” I tap my chin and assess him, letting my mask fall back across my face, pulling it down, and securing it firmly in place.

Trying like hell to patch any holes Caleb has poked through so that I’m prepared for the even bigger shit storm that’s going to go down the moment we arrive.

And then I remember. “Well, actually”—I reach over and snatch his phone from his pocket—“we don’t need new stakes, you already set the game in motion.

” I hand his phone toward him and I watch his jaw tense as he stares at it, his eyes hooded as he gently takes it from my hand, licking his bottom lip as his eyes slowly meet mine, the deep violet of them smoldering.

His thumb moves to unlock the screen, and in the next moment, there is that familiar vibration starting out as a low hum between my legs.

I fall back against my seat and scrunch my eyes closed.

“ Caleb, ” I can’t help but whisper as a low groan comes from him.

The sensations roll through my body and I throw a hand down to grasp the seat, only it lands on his thighs.

My eyes snap open and he’s there, now next to me in the middle seat, his arm slung over the head of my seat as he leans over me.

Not saying or doing anything, he just watches everything.

His other hand on his thigh, his fingers move again.

“Oh shit, ” I breathe, the intensity at a slow increase.

“Mmmm, it drives me crazy hearing your breathy moans, Rosebud. So fucking pretty like this.” The hand behind me comes down to delicately trace my cheekbone, and I allow myself to get lost in the feel of his skin touching me.

I allow myself the grace to escape the nightmare of my real life crossing over to my borrowed one, and find refuge with the man who continues to find ways to hold me steady through my crumbling walls.

“Do you remember the rules?” he murmurs, and though it would be impossible for me to forget, he decides to remind me anyway.

“Not allowed to come yet, my little Rosebud.” He checks his watch behind my head and the smirk he hits me with is erotic as he finds my eyes again.

“Two more hours, if you can make it to midnight on the edge, keeping your chin high and a firm hold on your power, I’ll let you come in the Uber on the way home, before I take you to bed and worship your body until the sun rises.

” He leans forward and places a soft kiss to my cheek and I nearly unravel.

“ Sweet Jesus .” Finally the vibrations disappear as I slump back into my seat and try to catch my breath. “This is so cruel,” I whisper, and he chuckles.

“Are you aching, pretty girl?” he says to my ear before he drags his teeth along the lobe.

“So badly,” I pant, my hand flying to catch the back of his head before he can escape me.

My fingers intertwine in his perfectly styled hair.

I drag his face to mine, stealing his lips in a searing kiss.

He groans, gripping my face to kiss me harder, to dance his tongue with mine, taking control of the kiss in the way I’ve come to crave.

His phone is all but forgotten as it drops to the floor of the car.

He leans back and brings me with him, I hear the unclick of a seat belt before I’m hauled into his lap.

Ever thankful for the split in my dress, I straddle his lap and his grip moves from my face to my neck, one encircling it in a firm grip as he owns my mouth with his.

Caleb is like an unleashed animal and all I can do is ground down on his hard length, the toy in my panties creating a friction that has me moaning like an uninhibited creature.

I’ve never enjoyed losing control, ever.

Not even in a sexual setting, I usually like to be the one to call the shots, to set the pace.

But with Caleb’s lips completely obliterating every kiss before this, I can do nothing but yield.

The stun of the realization —that I’m actively loving every moment of being out of control with him—has me jolting upright and panting.

The one guy I wasn’t meant to feel anything for, has me letting go and being happy to do so.

His grip on my neck tightens. “Get out of your head, Rosie. Don’t overthink it, just let me have this mouth until we have to be well-behaved at whatever gaudy event you’re about to drag me to,” he scolds with both the dominating authority that makes me hot and the sarcastic humor that makes my stomach flip around like a maniac.

A breathy chuckle leaves my throat before I take his lips in mine again, my mind blissfully emptying.

I don’t realize the car has even stopped until the door opens and I basically fall off Caleb’s lap in surprise.

“Miss Garcia, we’re here,” Alan says, standing back from the door to give us some privacy as we straighten up.

I straighten out my dress and exit the car, turning to find Caleb climbing out after me, looking completely smug, and when I double take, I note the red lipstick on the corner of his mouth. My lips fold into my mouth, laughing in my throat and trying not to cackle as I wipe it with my thumb.

But…I linger.

His eyes on me, so incredibly heated, one hand coming to rest on my hip as the other disappears in his pocket. I narrow my eyes, but then…

“Ohhh,” I breathe, the vibrations from my panties causing me to whimper as I fall further into him. A smirk crosses his face.

“I’ll never not find that so fucking hot.”

“What?” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath. I pinch my eyes closed, concentrating on not getting ahead of myself, and I hear his little chuckle as the vibrations slowly die down.

“You, whimpering and pulling at my shirt.” I look to my hands, finding them clenched in his shirt, and straighten, now realizing the vibration is completely gone.

“I’m trying really hard to hate you, you know,” I say through a reluctant smile.

“You’re not trying that hard.” He kisses my cheek before he grabs my hand and links it through his elbow.

“Should we get the shit show on the road?” he asks, gesturing to the building in front of us. I just look at him, suddenly not dreading the event so intensely.

“Yeah.”

We head for the building, and we’re basically assaulted by cameras.

Unlike the gala, it’s extremely fucking clear exactly who I am as we enter the brand-new casino.

The Castillo brand is gaudy—just as Caleb had labeled it—gold, eccentric, and so incredibly over the top I almost roll my eyes, but my photo is being taken, so I stop myself.

And though they shout their questions at me, I don’t stop to pose for their stupid photos or to answer their questions about whose arm I’m on.

Their Google sleuthing will let them know those details if they’re desperate enough.

Instead, I hold my chin high, my shoulders back, and grip Caleb’s arm like the lifeline it’s become tonight, and we head in, on steady feet into the casino.

We’re greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Castillo, the introductions are quick and polite—thankfully void of any questions, though I don’t miss the little touch of anger Miguel Sr. gives Caleb—and we head straight for the bar to order some drinks.

“I feel like I’m going to need a million martinis to get through this.”

Caleb inches closer, stretching an arm around me and leaning it on the bar.

Caging me in, he runs his nose up my neck and to my ear.

“Don’t worry, Rosebud, I’ll keep it interesting.

Just be a good girl, and you’ll be rewarded.

” Shivers trickle down my spine in the most delicious way.

I’ve never been called good before Caleb, and the way he says it, I nearly respond with, Yes, sir.

A throat clears, and when we spin, Caleb thankfully puts a respectful amount of distance between us.

Oh great…it’s my father.

He glares openly at me, letting his contempt shine bright like a blazing I hate my daughter sign across his face. It’s my inability to stand the hate in his eyes that has me noticing the friend he has escorted over before he turns to leave us with him. Ugh.

“I believe you met my father at the door.” If it isn’t Satan’s spawn. This time I visibly roll my eyes, popping a hip. “Miguel Junior, I’m Rosie’s?—”

“Friend of the family,” I interrupt. This motherfucker, I wasn’t his anything and judging by the look in his eye and the venom in his smirk he knew exactly what he was doing.

Mickey raises a hand to shake Caleb’s and I slap it away.

“He’s the spawn of Satan. But I call him Mickey.

” I turn my sarcastic smile and fiery stare from searing him where he stands, to deliver a warning to Caleb. “Do not shake his hand. We hate him.”