Maybe that's why I let William touch me after my world collapsed. It was a way to be close to Lucas without crossing that line.
But the line doesn't matter anymore.
I'm ready to jump.
William's brow pinches together as his eyes follow Lucas's stare, tracing an invisible path through the crowd to me. A slow, seductive grin curves his mouth, the same one he gave me when he jerked his cock and watched his sticky seed dribble from my chin.
He took more than he gave, but it was enough to let me forget.
For a little while.
"You need to stay away from William."
Scotch, mixed with desire, rolls off Lucas's tongue, his tone low, dirty, and full of promises as his breath tickles the back of my neck.
"Afraid I will fuck him?"
"You'll lose if you do."
The desire coiling in my belly makes it hard to care, but I won't touch William again, not when I'm so close to finally having Lucas.
He moves closer, and the fever radiating from his chest melts into my back like a warm embrace. His nose brushes the sensitive skin beneath my ear, and it takes everything in me not to fall into a puddle at his feet.
"Do you want to lose?" His fingers dance across my neck and slide into my thick curls. "Do you want me to pull your hair and force my cock down your throat until you gag?"
His dirty words turn me on like the delicious burn at my roots as he tightens his fingers. Sucking his cock is a fantasy I plan on fulfilling when I win.
"What else do you crave?" He looks at me like all my deepest desires are tattooed on my skin, laid bare for him to see.
Lucas is wild and carefree. Exploring his desires is as easy as breathing for him. I'm cautious and safe, wasting years of my life in a marriage that was a lie.
But now I'm free to admit everything I want.
To take what I crave.
To watch...
A secret fantasy flits through my thoughts. I hold my breath as my skin heats. Am I brave enough to confess it?
He grips my hips, blurring every thought except how good his touch makes me feel. He holds me tight, anchoring my body to his as the hard lines of his cock settle against my ass. The heat from his skin slinks through my dress and brands me.
Two more days…
I should walk away and tease him from a distance, but every cell in my body pulls me to him.
I curl my hand around his neck, forcing him closer. His breath is hot, and his mouth is so close it almost brushes my skin.
Dim lighting hides our bodies on the dance floor as we rock together. My hips circle as his rock, the shaft of his cock slowly thrusting and driving me mad.
His hand slides up my arm, barely skimming the edge of my breast, but it's enough to send a hot spike to my nipple and tighten it.
My lips part, a soft sigh escaping.
His other palm slides down my hip to the hem of my dress. The pads of his fingers slip beneath, circling my skin in slow, teasing patterns before climbing up my inner thigh.
I let my body sink against him, and my thighs part, desperate to feel his touch.
I'm going to give in.