Page 206 of Dare To Live

“Eyes on me.”

Her eyelashes lift until her gaze connects with mine.

“Good girl.”

Heat fills her cheeks.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to clean up, then you’re going to come into the ballroom and climb on my lap. You’re going to take my dick out of my pants and slide that hot greedy little pussy down onto it and fuck me to the beat of whatever song is playing.”

Her eyes are wide, but she doesn’t stop sucking on my finger. I pull it free.

“Red or green, Kitten?”

Chapter 119

Arabella

This isn’t sneaking around in the dark. This dare is out in the open, in the light. The thought of getting caught has been a naughty little whisper in my fantasies, but can I really go through with it now that he’s offering it to me?

Eli remains silent beside me, waiting for my answer. He doesn’t push, doesn’t try and convince me either way, just waits. And, I have this sudden lightbulb moment—every dare he’s ever given me, I’ve been in control. I’ve always had the option to say no. He has never forced me to do anything I didn’t want to do.

I lick my lips. “Green.”

He smiles. “Go clean up.”

“You want to come in with me?”

“If I do, I’ll end up fucking you on the sink in front of the mirror.”

I shiver at the delicious imagery his words invoke inside my head. “I wouldn’t say no to that.”

Eli chuckles. “Maybe later.”

He leans forward and kisses me once more before stepping away. With a sway of my hips, I walk toward the restroom. Thankfully I’m alone when I enter. I lock myself into the first stall I reach, and clean up the mess we’ve made. Once I’m done, I flush the evidence and go to wash my hands.

Eli is waiting for me when I exit. He captures my hand without a word and guides me along the hallway. The prom is still in full swing when we rejoin it. I don’t know the name of the song that’s playing, but it puts a grin on Eli’s face.

Instead of returning to our table, he leads me to one at the back of the room, half hidden in the shadows.

We’re really going to do this?

My nervousness must show on my face because he hauls me into his chest and kisses the corner of my mouth. “You can always say red.”

I shake my head and smile. “You know that’s never going to happen.”

“You always did meet my challenges. It’s one of the reasons why I found you so intoxicating.”

Let it last. Stay drunk on me, Eli Travers. Don’t ever lose your taste for me.

He pulls a chair out from under the table and drops down into it. Grasping my skirts in one hand, I move forward to straddle his thighs and settle on his lap.

His eyes never leave my face, the green of his eyes glittering through his half-closed lids. “Unzip me.”

I don’t move, trapped in his gaze. The fire in his eyes threatens to set every atom of my being aflame. The hard swell of his cock pushes against the material of his pants beneath me.

We’re in a public place. Anyone in the ballroom can see us. The thought of getting caught sends a thrill down my spine.

His hand is on my thigh, under the material, and moves slowly upward toward my thong. My breath hitches when his finger runs along the front of it, deliberately teasing. It feeds the fire burning in my pussy, and I press my lips together to stifle my groan.

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