Page 125 of Between the Lines

“You’re asking me about my sexual preferences,” I say. “That’s very invasive. You’re going to make that a part of the book?”

“Of course not!”

I put a hand on her knee. “Sure you are. You’re asking me what turns me on the most.”

“Is it quarterly reports? When your profit margins increase?”

I close my eyes and pretend to shudder. “Don’t make me hard, Chaos.”

Her laughter is sweet. It fills the warm air, and she reaches for her goodie bag. “You’re such an idiot.”

With her, of course I am. There’s nothing butherwhen she’s around. It’s been that way for weeks. My hand slides further up her bare thigh. “What turns me on, is someone else’s pleasure. Your pleasure.”

The breath seeps out of her. “Oh.”

“Do you know why?”

“No,” she whispers.

“Because you can’t fake it.” I lean in and touch my lips to her cheek. I glance past her to the party and the throng of people. No one is watching us. “Some women think they can. But they can’t. They are real, your orgasms. And they have to be earned.”

“Oh, wow.”

“I love it when you come, Chaos. Nothing else gives me more pleasure.”

She leans back a little, her eyes wide. “You were jealous earlier. Out there. Right?”

“I’m still jealous.”

“Of what? I’m here with you.”

I slide my hand up and grip her hip, and look pointedly down at the see-through lacy triangles that form the top of her babydoll dress, or whatever she’d called it.

“That thing must have come with a proper bra.”

“No. It didn’t. And other people here are in skimpier things than me.”

I look at the crowd again. People are dancing in far more revealing things than Charlotte is wearing. It’s true.

But she’sher.

My hand drifts upward, and I brush the bottom swell of her small, firm tit. “Everyone can see these.”

“They’re just breasts. Tiny ones.”

I groan, low in my throat, as her nipples harden into peaks. I move my thumb up and trace the outline of one through the delicate lace.

“Anyone could see,” she whispers. But she doesn’t pull away, either.

“You’re blocking everyone’s view.” I meet her gaze with a glare. “Don’t go out there showing anyone else these.”

Her smile widens. “How else am I going to enjoy myself at this party?

“Wear my jacket.”

“That would be a little suspicious, wouldn’t it?”

She stands suddenly, the hem of the dress fluttering against her bare thighs. She grabs her goodie bag. “I know there are sex toys in here. Maybe I’ll just have to go and find someone I can use them with.”

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