I laugh. 揘ope.?I pop the P for emphasis. 揑 wish.?
His brow furrows as he tries to decode my words. 揂re you ready to go??
揂re you??
揑 wouldn抰 be asking if I weren抰。？
I snort. 揜ight. We only do what you want. Since I抦 just Crew Kensington抯 wife. Nothing more. Nothing meaningful.?
Hurt, then anger flash across his face. 揑 thought we were past this shit.?
揧eah, me too. Then I spent all night getting treated like a prop, while you were nowhere to be found.?
Charlie finishes making the drink. Now he抯 pretending like he can抰 hear our conversation, although I抦 sure every word is audible.
揧ou knew what tonight was,?Crew replies. 揥hat this world is like.?
揑 want us to be different.?
揥e are different.?
揑t doesn抰 feel like it right now.?I drain the rest of my drink and wave goodbye to Charlie. 揟hanks for keeping me company.?
He smiles and nods. I stuff a couple of hundreds into his tip jar.
Crew follows my attention, and a muscle jumps in his jaw. I wobble as I step, yanking my elbow away when he tries to steady me. 揑抦 fine.?
揧ou抮e drunk.?
I laugh. 揘o, I抦 not. Stone cold fucking sober, thanks to you.?
Confusion mars his handsome features. 揥hat? I didn抰 tell you not to drink.?
I begin to walk toward the exit, leaving him to trail after me. The staccato of my heels pounds the marble like an angry march. I抦 mad. At Crew, at myself. Mad I might ruin everything. Mad I care if I ruin everything.
He抯 following me. I can sense it, and I抦 mad about that too.
I barely register the feel of his hand gripping my elbow before he pulls me into one of the empty galleries that line the hallway leading to the lobby. In one smooth motion, I抦 up against the wall.
揝carlett. What抯 wrong??
It抯 dark in here. Only the barest hint of light from the hallway creeps in. 揘othing.?
揇on抰 lie to me.?
I kiss him. He groans as I tug his bottom lip between my teeth. Suddenly, I抦 desperate. Clawing at the jacket of his tux and then fumbling with his pants.
揝carlett. Scarlett.?He says my name again, but I抦 focused on one thing. I need a distraction. Intimacy. Him.
揑 need you.?
Another groan as I tug his cock out. I can抰 see anything. But I can feel the soft skin harden in my hand as I grip him in my palm.
He kisses me the way I want him to fuck me. Skilled and hungry and rough. I started this, but Crew抯 mouth makes it clear I won抰 control it. His lips are fierce and dominant as one palm slides underneath my dress and up my thigh. I arch against him as his fingers discover how wet I am, barely aware of the hard press of the wall against my spine.
The silky material of my dress is bunched up around my waist and my thong is pulled to the side and then he抯 inside of me. I hiss at the intrusion that sates one need and feeds another.
揑抦 not wearing anything,?he whispers as he starts moving. 揑抣l make a mess.?
揑 know.?I wrap a leg around his waist, opening myself up further. 揑t抯 okay. I want you to.?
His lips are back on mine, hard and demanding. All I抦 aware of is Crew and how he抯 making me feel. No matter how many times we do this梐nd it抯 a high number at this point梚t always feels this way. Like the first time, and the best time.
He抯 setting a brutal pace. Nothing about this is languid. It抯 raw and primal and hard and deep.
I close my eyes because I can barely see anything, anyway. It heightens the sensations. The sound of his harsh breathing. The smell of his cologne. The feel of him sliding in and out of me.
His greedy lips swallow my moans.
Distantly, I抦 aware of the voices and commotion that remind me where we are. How scandalous this would be. How few of the people milling about down the hall have probably had sex in a semi-public space because they were utterly consumed by the other half of their marriage.
I抦 so close. Each thrust pushes me closer to the edge. I can feel the pressure building, the heat forming and my muscles tensing.
Crew抯 mouth moves to my neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin. 揧ou抮e always so wet for me, Red,?he murmurs. 揝o responsive. So eager. Are you ready to come for me, baby??
Everywhere burns. I use his tie to tug him closer, forcing more friction between our bodies as I grind against him, chasing my release. Pleasure builds and expands, chasing everything else away. I抦 so close to the precipice; I抣l do anything to reach that point. 揧es.?
One more thrust, and I shatter. Break apart into a million pieces that act as the sweetest oblivion. I抦 still experiencing the orgasmic high when I feel Crew抯 release fill me.
He pulls out a few seconds later, leaving sticky warmth behind that leaks down my inner thigh. We抮e both breathing heavily. He tucks his half-hard dick back into his Armani tux. I straighten. The silk skirt of my dress falls to the floor, covering my legs and the wetness between them.