Page 68 of Fractured Frets

I could control myself. Maybe . . . yes.

“Mads, I mean it.” His hand squeezed my ass. “So fucking sexy.”

Blushing, I stole a sideways glance at him. A subtle, mischievous smile curled across his lips. “Thank you.” I dipped my chin and blinked my false eyelashes slowly. Floaty and fun was my usual go-to dress style. Slip made me feel sexy in whatever I had on. His eyes always blazed with fire when I wore a super-short dress or a miniskirt...like tonight. Unlike my mother, who’d made me feel like crap as I walked out the door. “Mom said I looked like a muffin stuffed into a party dress.”

“Hmmm. I love muffins.” His sultry voice reverberated through my system, sending heat straight to my core. “I’d unwrap you out of that dress. Explore every part of your delectable flesh with my tongue. Eat you. Taste you. Lick every part of you.”

My knees weakened. But sirens went off in my head. I glanced around our gathering of friends. Their eyes were on the band. They were drinking. Dancing. They weren’t paying any attention to us.

We shouldn’t be doing this. Be this close. But God, he was so addictive.

I shut my eyes and swayed on my feet. I could feel Slip all around me. His warmth. His want. His hunger.

“You rock dresses like this. But there are consequences.” He slid his fingers up the back of my leg, tickling my skin and trailing up the inside of my thigh. He caught the bottom edge of the fabric and eased it higher. Then he dipped his hand underneath my skirt. “Keep watching the band. Let me touch you.”

Oh . . . I wanted him to. But not here.

“Slip. No.” I pathetically shook my head and wiggled away from his touch. “Watch the band.”

“Mads?” His voice deepened, turned commanding. Heat coiled down my spine, hardened my nipples, and pooled between my legs. “Watch the band. No one can see.”

Shit...As if they had a mind of their own, my feet parted a few inches. What am I doing?

Grinning, Slip leaned over to the table, grabbed a shot of vodka, and downed it. As he straightened, his dark eyes smoldered in the flashing lights. Returning behind me, he pressed his bulging crotch against my hip. His lips hovered near my ear as he looked straight ahead at the band. “You make me so fucking hard, Mads.” He glided his hand under my skirt again, up my thigh, and dipped it between my legs. He teased his fingers over my pussy through my lacy G-string. “You’re wet. Hot. Want me to make you come?”

“Slip...” My pulse quickened as I leaned back against him. Secrecy was part of our thrill. We’d always been careful. Diligent. I didn’t want to be photographed and make the headlines. “I don’t want anyone to find out about us. Not tonight.”

“I promise. They won’t.” He pressed his fingers against my clit. “Fuck, Mads. Say yes.”

I was powerless against his touch. A moan tumbled across my lips. This was insane. “Yes.”

“Hmmm.” He tugged my G-string aside and eased his finger through my folds, slicking me with my arousal, circling and pressing my clit. “Bel girasole. You are mine.”

I struggled to breathe, keep a straight face, stand upright, and listen to anything other than Slip’s hypnotic voice. Then he plunged his fingers into my depths, prodding and fucking me slowly. Oh. So. Slow. Pure pleasure. Pure torture. Pure heaven. Oh, geez...

“You like that?” he whispered.

My eyes fluttered closed as I nodded.

“Mads? Eyes open.” His lips pulled into a wicked grin. “I love you coating my fingers...feeling you clench around me. Your greedy pussy wants my mouth, doesn’t it? I’ll give it to you if you say please.”

I bit my lip so hard I could taste blood. God, I wanted to say please. I rocked against his hand, swayed to the beat of the music and his unrelenting touch. I should’ve told him to stop. Why couldn’t I form the word? No one had ever made me feel this amazing, daring, sexy, bold. I reached back and clutched his thigh and dug my fingers into his leg. “No. Later. This is dangerous enough.”

“But it’s fun.” He jutted his chin toward our friends and the band. “No one’s watching. No one can see. So relax.”

He slid another finger inside me and pumped them, rubbing me closer and closer to the edge. My walls clenched around his fingers. My nipples strained against my push-up bra. With the way he ignited my body with sensual strokes and circled my clit into a frenzy, there was no way I could fucking relax.

He hovered close to my ear. “You’re so beautiful, Mads. You make me want more. More of you. Us. This.”

Did I dare to dream we were a good thing? We had so many issues. So many hurdles. Life was one crazy mess. But something ignited deep in my heart. Something I’d lost control over. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Watch the band, Mads.” His voice was strained. His body was as tense as mine. He quickened his pace, pumping and pulsing his fingers inside of me. Pressing and teasing my clit. Oh...wow.

My vision blurred.

My breath panted.

My hand on his leg trembled.

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