“Hmm. Not enough.”
“Oh, really?”
His grasp on her made it easy for him to shift her hips from side to side. A slight gesture. A smooth rocking motion.
“You know what that does to me when wearing this thong,” she said.
His lips grazed her neck and he murmured, “Come again for me.”
“We’re in a roomful of people.”
“Who have no idea what we’re up to.”
Tague’s body shielded her from any inquisitive eyes, with his back to the crowd. Yet she said, “They will when they get a gander at your erection.” She could feel that he was already hard as her ass rubbed against his crotch.
“Let me worry about that.”
She sipped more bubbly while watching the image of them, Tague still nibbling at her neck. Her heart pounded. Her pussy ached for him. The pearls along her clit and the rim of that forbidden spot were too arousing not to succumb to, regardless of the well-populated room. Fortunately, very few associates had left the masses to seek privacy along the perimeter, so she and Tague were all alone.
“The only thing that would make this better,” he quietly told her, “is if I could slip my hands inside your dress and caress your breasts. Roll and pinch your nipples tight.”
She moaned. “They’re plenty tight, believe me.”
“I want to feel them.”
“Don’t you dare.” Panic sparked, but it couldn’t compete with the humming in her veins.
“I want to feel all of you, Loralai. Stretched on top of me. Sprawled beneath me—”
“I want that, too. But…here we are. At your company dinner.”
He let out a low groan. “And how close are you to coming?”
“So very.”
He guided her into a slightly quicker sway. To the casual observer, were anyone able to see her, she had no doubt she appeared to just be moving to the beat of the instrumental renditions of Christmas music that flowed from the house speakers, while Tague remained perfectly still, just leading her through the evocative tempo.
But the steady rhythm had L.L.’s pussy clenching and releasing as the silky pearls massaged her sensitive flesh.
“You’re captivating no matter what the circumstance,” he told her. “But when you’re giving into passion…You are damn spectacular, Loralai. I can’t take my eyes off you. Can’t get enough of you.”
The ripples of orgasm made her breath catch as much as Tague’s intense gaze. She held it as his hands clasped her firmly, possessively. He was so hard against her ass that it pushed her up, up, up, along with the tantalizing teasing of the pearls.
“Tague,” she whispered. “I’m going to come.”
“I wish my hands were on your naked body,” he told her.
“The way you’re watching me is about to send me over the edge. I—oh, God. I—” Her butt ground against his crotch. A strangled sound feel from his lips. She shattered.
Silently, for the most part. A small whimper escaped her as she dropped her chin to conceal the change in her visage as the erotically delicious sensations rushed through her.
“Damn it,” he said against the side of her throat, his warm breath teasing her skin. “I wanted to see your face, your eyes.”
“I didn’t want anyone else to see.”
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as she trembled.
“You make me so fucking hot,” he told her.