Sex in the dark, where no one could see. To remind me what a horrible woman I was to have kept us in the shadows.
He grabbed my jaw, pulled me out of my thoughts, and brought his lips to mine. “I’m still here.”
“Sam,” I whispered as my mind clouded with arousal and emotion. “I need you.”
“I know. Now come for me.” He released my face and slid his finger between our bodies.
It took the barest brush against my clit, and my body erupted, flexing and clamping down on his cock. I rode the torrential waves of euphoria and exhilaration only this man could harvest out of me.
“One more,” he ordered before I’d barely come down, catapulting me back up to the crest again.
He grew harder and thicker inside me, the hand on my hip digging in as if he never wanted to let me go.
“Devani,” he cried out as he came, bucking his hips into me, riding out his release.
Neither of us spoke as we let our breaths calm, only holding each other. The scent of us lingered in the air, as well as the weight of what we’d just done. I needed him so much and wanted him on a level I shouldn’t.
What was I thinking? There were too many consequences for acting irrationally. This man was my weakness, and no one could know this. The problem was that more people than I wanted knew about us.
Sam braced his arms on the ledge on either side of my hips, his semi-hard cock continuing to throb inside me. The need for him still burned deep in my core. It was as if the visceral desire between us hadn’t even cooled a minute amount.
I waited for him to speak, expecting whatever he said next to sting.
“When you go back to him, my cum will be deep inside you. It will drip out of you. Will he want to touch you knowing a King has destroyed you, pounded into you, made you come around his cock?”
My core contracted, even knowing he’d used the crude words as a way to hurt me.
“He doesn’t touch me. How many times do I need to say this?”
“Yet you chose him.” He pulled free of me and brought me down to the floor, and then placed a handkerchief between my legs before he set my thong in place over it.
The intimacy of the things between us left me too raw.
We straightened our clothes in silence, the darkness in the room a perfect cloak for the emotions roiling between us.
Using my senses, I moved toward him. “I have my reasons for what I do.”
“Maybe, one day, you’ll care to explain them to me.” Sam shifted me in the direction of the doorway I’d first entered.
A click sounded, and a panel slid to the side, flooding my eyes with light and forcing me to squint. Once my sight adjusted, I turned to Sam and took him in.
Lip swollen from my bite, face flushed from our hard fuck against the wall, and still gorgeous as ever. However, if anyone caught sight of him, they’d know he’d pursued an activity outside the ballroom.
He had the look of a well-fucked man.
His pupils dilated, and he licked his lips as he scanned my rumpled state.
His response had my heartbeat accelerating and my barely quenched arousal firing to life again.
“You need to either find another dress or figure out a good excuse for the state of that gown.”
I glanced down. We’d ruined the dress, and I had no choice but to take the employee elevator and make a wardrobe change.
“I’ll handle it.”
“You always do.” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket. He brought out an intricately designed tube of lipstick before handing it to me.
“Your purchase from Danika. She would have delivered it herself, but nausea got the best of her.”