“Not so chaste.” She smiles a little, but it’s a real smile. It makes her eyes light up. They crinkle at the edges. I never noticed that before. Even in the low light, she takes my breath away.
I lift my hand slowly, giving her plenty of time to react, and cup her soft jaw. Gods, everything about her is soft. I want to drag my mouth over every inch of her skin and see if she tastes as sweet as she smells. “I’m Aphrodite. Chaste is for others. It’s not for me.” I run my thumbnail lightly over the dip below her bottom lip.
She shivers again, but she leans into my touch. “This is a bad idea.”
“Undoubtedly.” I grin. “But you knew that when you agreed to come here with me. Are you really going to turn away before you satisfy your…curiosity?”
She looks down, and it takes everything I have to hold perfectly still and let her come to the proper conclusion on her own. We both know tonight will end with my mouth on hers. I don’t need to rush her about it. She exhales slowly, and when she raises her gaze, her jaw is set. “Show me.”
I kiss her. I’ve seduced more than my fair share of people—it’s practically a hobby at this point—but this feels different. Pandora is no innocent, but kissing her almost feels like it’s my first kiss ever. I don’t know how to explain it. I just want more.
She reaches a shaking hand up to sink into my hair and tug me closer. I use the shift to tilt her head back and deepen the kiss. I don’t even have to tease her mouth open. She parts her lips for me eagerly, her tongue sliding against mine in an almost teasing way that goes straight to my head.
A loud moan from the dais makes Pandora jerk back a little. We’re both breathing hard, our exhales shared in the minuscule distance between us. “We shouldn’t,” she whispers.
“I know.” I force myself not to kiss her again. She has to be the one to resume this. I had every intention of steamrolling her a bit…later on…but tonight I want her to choose this. To choose me. I lean forward and flick the shell of her ear with my tongue. “But that’s what makes it so hot, don’t you think? Knowing we shouldn’t…and doing it anyway.”
Her breath shudders out. A pause, barely more than a heartbeat, and then her hands are in my hair, sending it cascading down my back. Pandora kisses me like all the answers of the universe are on the tip of my tongue.
I don’t make a deliberate decision to move. One moment I’m awkwardly angling my body at her side, and the next I have one knee between her thighs and I’m pressing her back against the booth. She tugs my hair harder, kissing me deeper, even as my knee slides higher. Offering her what she obviously needs.
I brace one hand on the booth behind her and drop my other to the soft curve of her hip. The fabric of her dress infuriates me. I want it gone, want nothing between us, but this isn’t the time or place for that. I urge her to roll her hips and close the last bit of distance between us so she can grind on my thigh. I go still at what I feel. “Pandora.”
“Yes?” The word is barely more than an exhale.
I kiss her jaw, her throat, the spot behind her ear. “You’re so wet. Is that just for me?”
She shivers as if struck by a live wire. “Aphrodite—”
“Eris,” I say sharply. Adonis has been my only lover since taking the title, and he’s only ever called me by my actual name…but I can’t think about him. Not right now. Not ever again. The thought sinks into my chest, as heavy as an anchor. I have plenty of experience compartmentalizing, though. Dear old Dad taught me.
Not thinking about him right now, either.
“Eris.” Pandora’s little moan scatters all the thoughts in my head. She kisses me again, and then she’s moving against me, following my urging. Chasing her pleasure.
I want to give her more. So much more. Desire beats through me with a strength that makes me dizzy. I want to touch this woman with nothing between us, to taste her, to lose myself in making her orgasm so many times the world ceases to spin outside of us.
Hades’s club is not the place to do so.
Still…
I catch the back of her knee and lift her leg up and out the tiniest bit, opening her for me. I taste her moan and then she’s sliding against my thigh faster. She’s so wet, I can feel it through her panties on my bare thigh. Close. My pretty little Pandora is close.
In the end, I just can’t help myself. I tug the zipper of her dress open a few precious inches and delve my hand between her thighs. She gasps, but I don’t stop palming her pussy. I slide a hand under the silky fabric and… “Fuck, Pandora.” She’s slippery and wet against my fingers. My nails are too long, so I focus on her clit instead of pressing into her the way I want. “Come for me, beautiful.”