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‘Nobody can see,’ she instructed, still trying to catch her breath.

I nodded, barely understanding her meaning, my brain buzzing with lust. All I could think about was the feel of her lips, my hand wrapped around her thigh, how much I never wanted to leave this bedroom.

Not as long as she was inside, too.

She leaned past me for a moment, looking in the mirror as she patted her hair back into place and fixed her make-up, before her hand slid into mine and she practically dragged me across the room toward the door. She paused as we reached it, her eyes examining me.

Her hands went to my neck, fixing my bow tie, pulling my shirt straight before her fingers met my lips, and rubbed slightly at the edges.

‘Lipstick.’ She smiled, with an all-knowing grin.

‘We could tell Jon it’s the new fashion,’ I managed, wishing I could replace the stain, make her press her perfect lips to every inch of my skin, and leave the imprint of her lipstick for everyone to see. Let her claim me.

She crooked an eyebrow up, eyes lighting up at the devilish idea, before wordlessly she pulled the door open, and we stepped out, not at all expecting the storm we were walking straight into.

31

Scottie

“Slut!” – Taylor Swift

Nico ran his fingertips along the soft, sensitive skin of my bare thigh, the slit of my dress leaving me exposed as we sat together in the back of the car. His gaze was pinned to the back of Jon’s head in front of him, giving absolutely nothing away.

Meanwhile, I was working extra time to keep myself composed as his hand pressed into my skin, fingers making small teasing circles as it slowly inched up the length of my thigh. I’d known this dress would come back to haunt me.

He looked incredible. Dressed in a designer black suit, the material perfectly tailored to every swell and dip of his body, accentuating the muscles of his arms, the broadness of his shoulders. Even just looking at him was a damn meal.

Nobody can see.

The words continued to echo around my head. His touch had me caving into the need, pretending like I hadn’t tried to deny him less than a week ago.

His hand reached the top of the slit, dangerously high at the top of my thigh, and his fingers slowly traced the seam, leaving delicate touches that sent shivers along my leg. The proximity of him was not lost on me. One small slip, an accidental break from the car driver, and his hand could slip much further up. I couldn’t tell if I was praying for an emergency stop or not.

‘You know the script. Make sure you walk around the room, interact with people. We don’t need to make any more enemies,’ Jon began to grumble from the front seat. Thankfully, his attention was still on his phone as he talked to us, only twisting his head so we could hear him.

Nico’s hand remained at the top of my thigh, the rough pads of his calloused hands against my skin just as intoxicating as our kiss in the hotel room had been. That had surely been a mistake, but one I hadn’t quite brought myself to regret. Not yet, anyway.

Being that close to him as I tied his bowtie, watching his throat bob as he so obviously tried to control himself. The heat burned in his eyes as he looked at me, and only me. And not to mention I’d been on edge ever since the kitchen. It had been months since I’d had any action at all. And endless practice and work with this surly, muscled giant had left me with a craving so intense I was floored by a simple look from him. There was no question I was weak for him, desperate and hungry. And this itch, the one that had been growing in intensity since yoga on the beach and running through Lindos in the rain, only to erupt all over a kitchen counter … Well, I was primed for a good scratching.

‘Me talking to people?’ Nico said. If he was enjoying teasing me, there was no indication, with the usual stoniness to his voice.

Jon ruminated for a moment, all the while Nico continued to draw tiny tortuous teasing loops. I almost counted them in my head alongside my breaths, one hand on the handle of the passenger door as if it were my grip on the situation. ‘You stay silent. Let Scottie do the talking.’

I could barely maintain my composure, let alone form a sentence.

My gaze locked with Nico’s, a cocky grin spread wide on his lips. ‘Because there’s no issue with that plan.’

I swallowed, before trying my best to keep my voice level, not letting on to anyone in the car of the heat building between my legs, the need and anticipation rising. ‘I’m not sure I enjoy that implication.’

‘I’m sure you’ll find a way to deal.’ Then his fingers achingly slid under the hem of the slit, pushing up the sparkling material. My cheeks burned red as I readjusted, trying to give him more access while also slyly placing my small handbag on top of my knees, to hide from any prying eyes.

His fingers slid under the material, and my eyes closed as I tried to bottle up this feeling, this desperate need for him. I attempted to find my control in the situation, but that was long gone. My lips parted, hand clenching the satin material of the handbag as I held it in place, waiting and waiting for his fingers to graze at my centre. The feel of his hand up my skirt, exploring high up my thigh, nearly drove me to the edge itself.

I needed his touch. I fought the urge to move my hips again, slide down the seat and move him along already. But it would be too obvious, too exposed, so I didn’t dare move an inch, instead focusing on my breathing, keeping it level and stifling every noise that threatened to erupt the moment he touched me again.

His hand moved over my thigh, my legs automatically parted for him. A hiss of breath escaped him as he slowly inched up, the slit of my dress fully spread open, one leg out. Then suddenly, I felt his body freeze and stiffen beside me.

‘Fuck,’ he swore, his voice barely audible. Barely but enough that when the radio fell silent at the same time, the entire car heard. Quicker than I realized a person could move, his hand was gone, and my legs pressed back together.

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