Page 32 of All That Glitters

It’s madness, and I want it to go on forever. I reach between us and slide my fingers underneath the neckline of her dress to tease her nipples. They’re already hard, and I rock my hips into hers until she gasps and breaks the kiss. I brush my chin along the side of her neck, her jaw, nibbling lightly to make sure there are no marks on her pale skin.

Need pulses through me, and I feel my heartbeat in the tip of my cock. How easy it would be to shuck the pants, to push her dress up to her waist and thrust inside of her.

She’s struggling to draw a full breath when she says, “Marcus? The other night with you? That was the first time anyone ever touched me.” She cups my face and kisses me until my body goes taut. “I never let anyone go that far before.”

“Fuck me.” The words are clipped, but the heat in her tone makes me lose control.

I push her back to the bed until she drops with a sharp gasp.

I fumble with her clothes, not wanting to tear the dress. Her lipstick is already smeared across the lower half of her face from our kisses. I want to taste her, to dive my head between her legs and lick her from taint to clit, but we don’t have time for it. I push her dress up, standing on the edge of the bed like it will give me a little fucking clarity when it absolutely won’t.

Her thighs tremble when I touch my thumb against her clit, working in tight circles until Empire moans. Her eyes close and her head drops back, and I slip my finger inside her.

I want her mindless.

I want her to remember the feeling of me where no one else has been before. She’s tight around my finger, pulsing and tensing and absolutely drenched for me. Her eyes lock on mine when I slide a second finger beside the first and crook them up, stroking her insides in time with her breath.

I’ll brand her damn insides with my fingers and then with my cock. She’ll always feel me inside of her.

Empire moans, her breath quickening and her chest heaving as I work my fingers in time with the arch of her hips. I circle her clit with my thumb, keeping the pressure light, curling my fingers inside of her until her movements go jerky. She cries out, and the muscles of her pussy tighten around me, her orgasm long and steady.

Once she comes down from the high, I lift my fingers to my mouth and wait for her to meet my eyes before I lick them. I stick both between my lips and lap at every bit of her moisture. She tastes like goddamn honey.

“So good,” I mutter.

Like I own her.

Like we have any kind of chance at this. At least I haven’t fucked her, haven’t sheathed myself inside her tight little cunt and made that mine too.

I stare at her a moment longer before reaching down and adjusting my erection in my pants.

“Come on.” I hold out a hand for her to take. “Your lipstick is smeared.”

Empire slaps her hand on mine, and I haul her to my side, waiting until she fixes her dress. Neither one of us speaks. Neither one of us says anything about the fact that I still taste her on my tongue, or the small tremors of movement shooting through her lightning quick, remnants of her orgasm as she comes down from the high.

I don’t give her time to clean up, only enough to fix her lipstick.

Let her walk the red carpet feeling her wetness, knowing I’m the one who caused it. The same way I’ll stroke myself once I’m alone tonight and remember how breathtaking Empire had been with my fingers in her pussy.

The hired limo is parked outside the house, the driver smoking a cigarette just outside the driver’s side door.

Empire waits for me to hold open the rear door before she gathers her skirts in hand and slides across the backseat. We’re a little later than I wanted to be, but it’s my fault entirely. I’d gotten too excited by her.

No control, like I was some kind of fucking horny pre-teen about ten seconds away from coming in his pants at all times. Just because a pretty girl let me help her with her dress—

She keeps her hands in her lap for the duration of the drive until we pull up in front of the Chinese Theater, and suddenly, she stiffens at the crowds outside the structure, the snap of cameras and the people crowding closer to see who will walk the carpet to the entrance.

“Wow, there are a lot of people out there.”

“Of course there are.” I lean my arm over the rear of the seat. “You’ll do great.”

“I’m glad for your confidence in me, but I still feel like there are bugs eating me alive.” She rubs a hand over her bare stomach.

“Follow my lead. And for fuck’s sake, can you smile a little bit?” I keep my voice low and strong before grabbing her hand and squeezing. Her fingers have tightened into a fist, and I slowly work them open, sliding mine through hers. “You’re going to have to relax, or they are going to eat you alive out there. You know what to do.”

Her brows lift into a more natural position. “Of course I know what to do. Once the doors open, you won’t have to worry about me,” she replies.

I hope it’s true.

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