Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“You sure?” She turns her attention to me and drifts closer. “You don’t need anything at all? Something wet on your lips to make you feel good?” Her gaze travels down my body and not in a sizing-me-up way. “I’d love to get you anything you want.” She moves closer and I feel the eyes of people in the room moving over to us.
I’m not sure what to do here, or if she means what I think she means. This is the last thing I expected when my mind cooked up scenarios, but she could be my in to get some answers about Bane.
My gaze shifts to Roman, and he’s frozen in place, his eyes not leaving my face. “What do you think, honey? Should I or should I not?”
Starlit leans closer and whispers, “You should.” Her lips dust against my ear. “I’d love to find out if you’re wet. Mm.” She licks the shell of my ear.
Someone moans nearby and says, “Fuck, I want to see you two kiss.”
I glance over and half the people in the room have moved closer to watch. Electricity zaps through my body as Roman shifts beside me, sliding his hands around my waist.
“Just a little taste,” she says.
My breath comes out in brief spurts as my ass connects with Roman’s groin.
“Sorry,” he says. “No one touches this pussy but me.”
“Okay, fair enough,” Starlit says. “But what about the top part?”
Roman tenses behind me when someone says, “Come on, man. Let them do something.”
I keep my face neutral so I don’t appear prudish to the people surrounding us. “Maybe a little something,” I say.
She’s so close, the stiff peaks of her nipples graze against my skin.
“You sure?” Roman asks, his mouth dangerously close to my ear.
“I’m dedicated to the cause,” I hint about our investigation. “She looks like she could reveal things to me.” If I can use my appeal with her to glean information, I’ll do it.
“Oh, I definitely can,” Starlit says.
She licks her lips before placing them on my neck, right over my racing pulse. My eyes flutter shut as she sucks the sensitive flesh, working her way up to my jaw. “We don’t want to leave your man out,” she murmurs.
“No, we don’t,” I say in a breathy voice that doesn’t sound like mine.
She reaches down and takes Roman’s hand, sliding it up my body to my breast. I let out a soft moan. His hips rock into me and I feel his erection coming to life, growing thicker. She glides his hand inside my dress while she palms my other breast, squeezing my nipple.
“Ah, god,” I whisper.
Roman leans down and his husky voice rumbles in my ear, causing vibrations in my core. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” is my simple answer.
He rocks into my ass, and I push back against him, feeling the wetness soaking my panties.
Starlit trails kisses across my collarbone, over my pounding heart, her silky hair tickling my skin. She sucks a nipple into her mouth through my dress and moans, nipping at the hard bud with her teeth.
About five feet behind her, a man adjusts himself, his hard-on bulging the front of his slacks. My head drops back against Roman’s chest as his fingers work my other nipple—grazing, tweaking, pinching—until I’m aching, needing relief.
I drop my hands on Starlit’s shoulders so I don’t collapse in a heap on the floor. Heat slams into me and pressure builds low in my belly as pleasure courses through my veins. I’m losing focus on why I’m here, and I need to stop this madness.
Starlit releases my nipple and works her way up my chest again, licking and kissing. “God, you turn me on,” she says. “What I wouldn’t give to slip my hand between your thighs and rub your clit.” Her lips are a breath away from mine. “Want to sit on the couch so I can watch your man touch what I can’t?”
I’m so turned on right now from the feel of Roman behind me, from everything happening, but I’m not ready for this, so I pant out, “I…think I need…to hit pause.”
In a flash, Roman angles himself between me and Starlit. “My girl has had enough. If we need anything, we’ll let you know.”
“Um, thank you,” I say to Starlit, smoothing my dress into place.
She winks. “My pleasure.”
And just like that, like it’s a blip in their world, the people watching disperse back into their groups as she saunters away from us to mingle with them.
I nudge Roman with my elbow. “I thought I could ask her for some info, befriend her, but things went haywire really fast.”
Roman smiles. “Patience, Greer.”
I slump. He’s right. I’m not cut out for this life. I’m usually one to jump and ask questions later. Which is usually Roman’s MO too.
He still hasn’t answered my question about how many times he’s partied here, and now I won’t ask again.