Page 218 of Roberto

I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you seriously going to take them in there like that?”

“Yes, I am.”

I had to admit, I was a little turned on – but I just shook my head and drove to the valet stand where we dropped off the Bentley.

As he walked around the car to take my arm, Roberto touched his fingers to his new lace pocket square.

I got even more turned knowing what he was doing…

And that no one else around us even suspected.

Then, when the lights in the theater went down, he pulled out my panties and began rubbing them between his fingers.

It would have scandalized everyone around us if they knew what he was doing –

And Ilovedit.

As colorful characters in medieval robes and white theatrical makeup paraded across the stage, Roberto touched my bare leg through the slit in my dress and gently caressed the inside of my thigh.

I was afraid he would go further –

And yet, Idesperatelywanted him to.

He kept teasing me…

Softly brushing his fingers against my skin…

But he wouldn’t do anything more.

By the time intermission rolled around, I was dripping wet.

As soon as the lights came up, he withdrew his hand.

I whispered, “What the hell are you – ”

“Time for champagne,” he announced blithely as he pulled me up by the hand.

I felt horribly self-conscious as we walked out amidst a thousand other men and women in tuxedos and beautiful dresses.

I was fairly sureIwas the only one who could feel my own wetness between my thighs with every step.

We went into the lobby, with its blinding white main floor and shadowy mezzanine beneath an ornate ceiling.

Roberto bought two glasses of champagne from the bar. We retired to a spot far from the other theatergoers, who stood around chatting about real estate and their children’s private schools.

“What wasthatall about?” I asked accusingly.

“What?” he asked with faux innocence.

“You knowvery wellwhat I’m talking about.”

“Just having a little fun,” he said with a devilish smile.

“Well, we’re not doing anythinghere.”

He raised one eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”

Oh shit.

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