“Spread your legs for me.”
Anticipation zings across my skin as I do what he demands. I don’t have to think about it first. I don’t have to wonder if it’s the right thing. It just is. Nothing that feels this fucking good could be wrong.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice practically a hot groan against the sensitive skin of my neck. “Keep your eyes open and watch. I want you to see yourself come all over my fingers.”
He slips his hand beneath the high slit of my dress.
“Open. Your. Eyes.” He nips the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “Now, LeLe, or I’ll stop.”
At that moment, with my thighs already tingling and my core aching with unfulfilled need, I’d do just about anything for him to keep going. I open my eyes and gasp at what I see in the reflective walls of the elevator. It’s all me, no camouflage spell. My wavy hair is a mess, half down from the partial ponytail I’d pulled it into during the poker game. My bottom lip is swollen from me biting down on it to keep from moaning loud enough that the entire hotel will hear. One boob is hanging out as that side of my deep-V dress pools around my waist. I’m leaning back against Erik, letting him hold me up as I just revel in pleasure. I look vulgar and wanton and as hot as I have ever looked in my entire life.
“That’s my LeLe.” He reaches up and cups my exposed breast and then pinches my nipple, rolling it between his fingers while tugging it with just the right amount of pressure to make me forget to bite down on my lip before my moan escapes. “Now look down at what I’m doing to that sweet pussy of yours.”
