Page 28 of Double Bucked

“She’ll have one,” James says. “Pass them over.”

I rise just enough to collect a cup. When I sit back down, I find James’s hand and his bare cock. He pushes my panties to the side and guides his erection inside of me.

My heart is hammering in my chest. I sit back slowly, easing him inside of me. It’s hard to swallow back my whimper, but I succeed.

He’s so thick. He feels wonderful.

“Claire,” he says.

“Hmm?”

“A spoon, please.”

I give him a dessert spoon. James hooks an arm around me, holds the cup, and leans over my shoulder to scoop a bite of sorbet into his mouth.

The women have dissolved into speculation about the polo match this weekend. I shift, trying to adjust to the feeling of him so full inside of me without anyone knowing.

God. We’re terrible people. But there’s such a rush to it.

I love knowing that this man owns my body completely. He can take it whenever he wants it…and no one has the slightest idea.

“How is it?” I ask. Because I need something to distract from the heat pooling between my legs. I want to badly to grind down on him, but I can’t. I can’t bring attention to us.

“Sweet,” he replies. “Try it.”

While everyone’s attention is on their conversation, his hand drops to my thigh and slips underneath my dress.

My spine stiffens. His fingers are freezing from holding on to the small glass cup. He draws his cold touch up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and then finds my hot sex.

I suck in a quick breath. He doesn’t flinch. His cold fingers nestle between my lips and nudges my swollen clit. It takes everything within me not to move as he teases me. My sex is burning, and the chilly sensations are a sharp contrast. He pets me with slow, teasing motions, drumming his fingers languidly, playing me.

I’m vibrating on the edge of pleasure.

“Claire,” he says.

“Mmm?”

“The sorbet.”

Right. I grab the spoon. My hand shakes when I lift it to my mouth. It’s a burst of mango sweet, but I can barely taste it. His touch has warmed with the heat of my arousal. His fingers are hot and slick in the same way I’m hot and slick, and with every pass, I edge closer to the height of my pleasure. My body contacts around his stiff muscle.

James is made of metal. My tin man. Impossible to tell that he’s cock-deep inside of me. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. If I put my hand to his chest, I’m not even sure his heartbeat will have changed.

No one knows he’s driving me crazy underneath my dress.

His tempo changes. He stops teasing and starts to flick me. Lightly. Over and over. Rapid, tight little taps directly on my aching nub.

The taps themselves? Not bad. But when they’re delivered in rapid succession…

Everything in me clenches. All of my attention zeroes in on each small…teasing…flick of his fingers until…I come undone. I grip the tablecloth as I grind my orgasm out, twisting in his lap.

I can’t help it. A small moan escapes me. I catch the attention of the girls at the table.

“This…sorbet…” I gasp. “So good…”

As calm as ice, James removes his hand from between my legs. He wipes my wet on my thigh. I feel filthy, slutty, and exhilarated.

“That,” he states, “is the best dessert I’ve ever had.”

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