Page 29 of Blind Sin

She’s making it hard to ignore her. She’s chosen to wear that dress deliberately and I doubt it’s because it’s hot. The air con in here works well enough. She looks delectable in the dress. It’s designed to be a dress to fuck in. It’s so low cut that the tops of her nipples are peaking out above the flimsy material and the hem is practically skimming her pussy. This was a deliberate choice.

“What do you want?” I grouch at her when she makes no attempt to leave.

“Nothing.”

“Damn it, Lauren. You dressed like a fucking whore out of comfort?”

She does a little twirl, lifting the hem slightly showing her ass cheek and the fact that she’s not wearing any underwear. My cock twitches at the sight.

“Don’t you like it? I think Nolan chose it.”

Figures. She’s going to fucking kill me. If the thought of touching her even enters my head, Nix will be here in a second, and if he doesn’t murder me on the spot for touching her, I’ll only have to wait for Lucinda to come back to finish the job off. And that’s not even taking into account Peter Waldgrave who would also see me dead in a heartbeat.

“Put some fucking clothes on, before your sister sees you,” I snap at her.

She takes a step closer and I swear I’m going to lose it.

“Dance with me?”

Well the spitfire is back and once again she’s chosen the most dangerous place and time to come out of her shell. I should warn her and tell her to get back into her room, but I don’t even attempt to get the words out as she silently pads across the room to me. She takes one of my hands and brings it to her waist. The other, she clasps tightly in hers.

“There’s no music,” I grit out

“So we’ll make our own music,” she breathes.

When she presses her almost bare form against mine, I surrender every trace of self-control. Having spent the past few days clad only in swim shorts, the sensation of her perfect curves against my chest is irresistible. I gaze down at her, captivated, as she starts to sway to a silent melody playing in her mind.

I take my hand from her waist and grab her ass, thrusting her closer still. If she wants to play this game with me, she needs to know the rules. I know she must feel my erection pressing against her. There’s barely a thread of material between us. I’ve spent a lot of time fantasizing about how that night after the ball might of ended, but I never expected this. This is the part of Lauren that has me hard. Not necessarily the dress, but the fact that this must be terrifying to her and yet she’s the one leading me. It feels like a real guilty thrill swaying with her in my room with Nix just a few meters away in the next building. Last time, it was his appearance that put a stop to this going any further, but he’s been hiding himself in his room like a petulant schoolboy. This is just about Lauren and me now.

Her cheeks have healed from the light burn she got on the first day and now have settled into a pale pink hue.

Fuck, she feels so good in my arms. She begins to writhe against me, moving in a way that rubs my cock against her. She’s trying to be sexy and it’s so fucking cute, I want to take her right here, standing up. I swivel my hips, holding her ass so she has no choice but to follow my lead. One of the many nannies my parents hired for me when I was growing up was obsessed with Dirty Dancing and though it was never my thing, I remember exactly how I felt watching all those bodies writhing together and I remember the moves. Lauren lets out a gasp, but quickly gets into my rhythm like I’m fucking Johnny Castle and she’s Baby Houseman.

I lower the gossamer thin strap from her shoulder and drop a kiss to her neck just where it meets her collarbone. The dance scenes weren’t the only thing I remember from the movie.

She lets out a small moan but doesn’t try to retreat. Whether or not she knows how sexy she’s being or if she’s doing this deliberately, it’s extremely clear that she wants this.

“Kiss me, Alexander,” she whimpers.

“Of course, Baby,” I reply, letting the movie name fall out.

It only seems to spur her on and as I bring my lips to hers, she forgets that we are still dancing, takes her hands from me and brings them to my face. I cup her ass with both hands, pulling her into me. She’s gotten better at kissing. The first time I kissed her, she let me do the work, before timidly working her tongue. But just like the dance itself, she’s taking the initiative and kissing me in the hottest way imaginable.

I cannot get enough of this woman. All the reasons I chose not to spend the day with her have been forgotten as I savor the taste of her. We’re practically fucking standing up and I know now that my promise to Lucinda was fucking ridiculous. Asking me to stay away from fucking oxygen would be an easier ask.

I guide her to my bed when a voice rings out.

“We’re back!” Lucinda.

Lauren pulls away from me, her face aghast. “Fuck!” she mutters. I register how fucking adorable she is when she swears, but it lasts half a second before she’s careening out of my room and down the corridor to her own room. Her door slams and I lean on my door frame just as Lucinda and Mercier pop their head around the corner.

She raises an eyebrow “Everything okay?”

I affect a stretch. “Yep. I was just working on my thesis. I think Lauren is in her room. I’ve not seen her since you both left.”

Mercier saunters down the corridor to me and peeks around my door. “Hmm. Do you always get boners from eating sandwiches?”

I turn to look at the half eaten sandwich on the plate on my bed.

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