Page 7 of Watch Me

This man figured out my secret in the blink of an eye. He’s all but mocked my chilly reserve. Somehow, he sees beyond my façade, to the fear and emptiness that feed my ambition.

When the music ends moments later, I’m scared and so freaking grateful I can escape.

“Thank you for an interesting evening, Mr. Diaz. Perhaps our paths will cross again.” But not if I can help it.

He doesn’t let go. Instead, he continues to stare with that sultry hint of a smile. “I bought all of your dances tonight. Every last one.” He pulls me into a dance hold, but far closer than necessary. “Shall we?”

I stare at him, wide-eyed. Panicked. I’m expected to spend the whole evening with him, while he dismantles my reserve and exposes my secrets? That’s bad. Dangerous. Just being in his arms and hearing his words make me feel too vulnerable. What would a whole evening with him do to me?

“Why?”

“I enjoy watching you being watched and seeing the way it arouses you. I love knowing that so many men in the room are fantasizing about slaking their lust with you?—”

“You don’t know what other men are thinking,” I protest.

“Yes, I do. It’s exactly what I’m thinking. It’s even more delicious because I’m the man holding you in his arms.”

Oh, god.“This conversation is inappropriate.”

“Honesty disturbs you?”

“I’m not… I—I don't get aroused by knowing that men are watching me,” I lie.

“Really?”

He urges me into a cross again. As soon as I turn to step into the next box, he pushes against my hand, sending me spinning to face the wall. Then he’s behind me, cradling my swaying hips, his mouth hovering just over my sensitive nape in a darkened corner of the ballroom.

I shiver as he exhales on my sensitive flesh.

Then he reaches around to place his hand flat on my stomach again…but he aims high, flattening his palm on the upper swells of my chest and smoothing his way down.

“Hard nipples,” he comments. “They’re pretty, edible, want-to-suck-them-in-my-mouth nipples. I know I’m not the only man here who thinks so.”

I open my mouth to stop him with a hiss, but he keeps tantalizing me as he caresses his way south, down my ribs, over my stomach, until his fingers brush the front of my costume right over my very wet sex. He lingers. Shame and arousal crash inside me. I close my eyes.

“You’re always wet when you dance in public…like now, aren’t you?”

Pleasure spikes, hitting me full force, like a blast from a raging fire. I swallow back a shameful moan. Why does he have to be right?

If he can read me this well after a few minutes, I have no doubt he’ll quickly dig deeper—into my soul—unless I put distance between us now.

“Stop,” I demand in my best ice-queen voice.

“Answer me,querida.”

“No.”

He dances me to face him again as one song segues into the next, this one a waltz.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Your arousal turns me on. It’s one of the reasons I chose not to give up when you rebuffed me at the Bartolino event. I want that arousal,” he whispers in my ear. “I want it in my hands, my mouth, all around my cock when I fuck you. Will you wonder then exactly who might be watching us?”

His words hit me like lava, sizzling my skin, charring my resistance and sanity. No one has ever talked to me like that. Between my brothers and the starchiness I wear like armor, no one has dared. But when Alejandro murmurs that sort of sin, he doesn’t just turn me on; he turns me inside out.

He’s dangerous. I can see getting lost in him and his smoldering promise of spectacular sex—the kind I’ve never experienced.

“That's enough,” I choke out.

“We haven’t even started. I fantasize about undressing you under soft lights, your back to my front, my hand smoothing your dress from your lush curves. I ache to brush my palms over your hard nipples before I roll them between my fingers. I’ll feel my way lower, down to your soft, wet pussy before I tease your hard clit. Slowly, I’ll ramp you up and stroke you until you’re desperate to come. Then I’ll bend you over and fill you with my cock—all while you suspect the hot stares of strangers rake you. Want you. Devour you.”

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