Page 17 of Fifth Avenue Devil

Does he mean... he wants to give me an orgasm? I stare at him, open-mouthed. "I'm not going to sleep with you!" I whisper.

"No one said you had to. Just focus on the ballet." He pauses. "Or we can leave. Your choice."

I clench my jaw. I'm not going to let him scare me. I'm not a little girl he can just order around. Nor am I anyone's Kitten.

Besides, I'm fully dressed and there are people watching us in this box. There is no way that Nate can actually embarrass me and make me weak. Not with those two impediments.

I lift my head, staring stubbornly at the stage. "I'm not leaving." The statement sounds an awful lot like a challenge. Inside, I'm frantically trying to figure out how I feel.

Angry? Frustrated? A little turned on?

Certainly scared. But…

I press my thighs together. I can’t help but notice that Nate’s touch has excited me, made my pussy grow damp. I can feel myexcitementgathering in a small pool in my panties.

He leans close, tipping my head back. I look up into his eyes. I can smell his warm, slightly minty breath as it fans across my suddenly sensitive mouth. He smirks at me. “I can see that you want me, little girl.”

I want to protest, but in the next second, his mouth captures mine.

His kiss is as shocking as if I’ve just touched an electric fence. I am frozen for a moment as he presses his lips to mine. A flood of pleasure swells in me and my lower body throbs.

“Kiss me back, Kitten. I know you want to,” he murmurs.

And God help me, I want to.

I kiss him back somewhat timidly, not knowing exactly what I am doing. I feel like a clumsy fool. But then he slips his tongue in my mouth, eliciting a gasp from me. I moan and open my mouth, inviting him in.

I want this. I need his invasion, even if I’m not sure what it means. His fingers pluck at the hem of my skirt again and then skate up my thigh, under my skirt. I grip the collar of his tuxedo, pulling him closer.

His fingers brush the front of my panties, quickly finding the evidence of my excitement. He moans softly. “God. Is this all for me?”

My face heats, but I nod anyway. He kisses me again and his clever fingers brush my slit through my panties. My hips twitch, pressing closer. Nate’s tongue slides against mine and I dig my nails into the material of his jacket.

Ineedsomething that only Nate can give me.

And that’s the moment that there is a sharp knock at the door.

I freeze. Nate quickly disentangles himself from me, clearing his throat. I turn my head to stare at the door. Until this moment, I had forgotten that it even existed. Nate twists in his seat and leans over. "Who is it, goddamn it?!"

The voice on the other side is muffled by the thick door. The person speaking sounds far away when he says, “It’s Calum!”

“Shit.” Nate stands up. He’s got a huge erection and he adjusts himself for a second, then looks at me. “We will have to resume this later.”

I stare at him, trapped like I’m a deer in headlights. Vaguely, I nod.

He turns and walks to the door, swinging it open. A handsome dark-haired man in a tux pokes his head in. He looks back and forth between us. "Should I come back?"

Nate clears his throat and hurries out to greet the man. "Calum! How are you?"

Nate doesn’t tell me to follow him. I get up and straighten my skirt, wondering anxiously if anyone will be able to tell that I’d been turned on. My biggest concern is the wet spot on my panties. I can’t feel it anymore, but I don’t want to announce to everyone that I was getting felt up during the ballet.

I follow Nate's footsteps to the door, curious about our visitor. When I duck out my head out into the hall, Nate introduces me. "Annalise Gellar, this is my cousin Calum Fordham. He and his wife run the ballet.”

My heart beats so hard that I’m sure I might die. "It's a pleasure, Mr. Fordham. I am a huge fan of your ballet company."

"Thank you, Ms. Gellar." Calum bows his head. “I hope you’re enjoyingSleeping Beauty.”

Nate smirks. “Calum, Annalise is Archer Gellar’s daughter. She just took over his company."”

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