Page 9 of Forbidden Desires

Doing anything sexual in a public place was not something that I indulged in—ever. I could bring a girl to business venues, show her off, let her be the starlet on my arm, but pleasure never touched the hallowed halls that I had made my work.

Jasmine, though…Jasmine made it feel like it would be worth it to let all that control go without a care or thought in the world. Made it feel like taking this pleasure here was my right as much as it was her want.

And oh, I could tell she wanted it.

Her hips tilted and rocked toward mine, letting me feel the sultry warmth radiating from between her legs. One of them crooked, knee bent so my cock, straining beneath my slacks, pressed right up against that heat. As we kissed, she nipped and bit at my lips, soft, needy moans echoing in my ears. Her fingerstangled in my hair again and it seemed we were both content to let this make out session run its natural course until—

“Wait, Eric,” she breathed, panting for breath. “I thought…I mean, I thought that you…this here…isn’t…”

Poor thing couldn’t put her thoughts together, and I almost couldn’t, either. Wasn’t it my own rules that said this wasn’t something that happened at venues? That I didn’t want my partner for the evening vying for an indecent exposure charge, along with public embarrassment for the both of us in one go?

Yeah.Those were my own fucking rules, and I was so far gone that I was going to readily ignore them.

“Just this once,” I murmured.

It was as much a concession to her, as it was a reminder to myself. Just this once, I could indulge. Maybe that was the effect of being given the pleasure of seeing someone’s mind first, as I had Jasmine’s tonight. Her ability to discuss and understand my deepest passion turned me on as much as her body did.

Recklessly, my mouth pressed back to hers. I wanted to fuck her in the comfort of my bed, but right now I could make her come. Have her a writhing mess on this art house wall, have her hemmed up on it like one of those paintings in there that I was so invested in. The thought made me chuckle in my mind; was that a trace of forbidden sentimentality?

Whatever it was, in the moment it didn’t matter. Still bracing her against the wall, I moved one of my hands from her ass and around, sliding my palm between her legs. The heat of her pussy radiated from her core, and her panties, thin little scrap of fabric that they were, were already soaked. My cock throbbed in response; a tight ache that made me grit my teeth.

I brought my mouth near her ear. “Don’t forget to be quiet.”

It was the only warning she received as I slid my fingers over her pussy, along the outside of her panties, causing her body to buck against mine at that first illicit caress. It was such agratifying tease, pushing swollen lips apart beneath the barrier of fabric to graze the hardened clit between. I pinched that nub of flesh between my fingers, giving it a slight tug.

“Oh, shit,” Jasmine panted out, trying hard to do what I’d asked and be quiet.

I released her clit but rubbed along her sex, increasing the friction of her panties against her slick flesh. I pulled back just enough to watch her face as I massaged her a little harder, faster—the way her eyes lidded heavily and how she strained to hold back her moans by biting down on those kiss-swollen lips I could easily imagine wrapped around my cock as she sucked me off.

I held her gaze with mine as I continued to stroke rhythmically, mesmerized by how unabashed she was about allowing me this source of reckless pleasure, how her skin got pinker and pinker as the space between her thighs got wetter and wetter.

I had to cover her mouth with mine as she fell apart on my fingers, swallowing her soft, erotic whimpers in case someone walked by and heard. In the moment, it wasn’t even that I didn’t want someone to come investigate for the sake of my own rules—it was that I was greedy and possessive and I didn’t think anyone else deserved to hear the sounds of Jasmine’s orgasm with their own ears.

As her release shuddered through her, she clung to me like a pillar in the middle of a swelling ocean, like I was the only thing keeping her afloat as the sensations around her demanded that she dip below the surface and drown in pure bliss.

Fuck, it was a powerful, intoxicating sensation just watching her come apart for me. As that hot, wet flood ruined her panties and drenched my fingers, I knew that I couldn’t have this,have her, tonight and only once. I knew that this chemistry, this thing that made me crave her, demanded that I have more of her.All of her.

Even before I’d pulled my fingers from between her legs, I’d made my decision. “I’ll get you cleaned up, and then I’m taking you home to fuck you.”

No if, ands, or buts.I wanted her to feel meeverywhere. And we would only stop if she said the word, but the inviting look in her eyes told me that she was going to be all mine, to do with as I pleased.

CHAPTER 5

Jasmine

Being invited back to Eric’s place wasn’t exactly surprising. Dates, sex, it was all a part of the dance that I did. I enjoyed it. I was good at it. But this date with Eric at the gallery had taken a complete one-eighty from the potentially cold shouldering I’d expected throughout the evening after how our first meeting had gone.

Instead, he’d accomplished the opposite. First, by actually revealing a shockingly charming side to his demeanor, then heating me up and awakening an overwhelming lust I could barely contain. After that little tryst out on the balcony, my entire body tingled with the mere thought of all the things this man was about to do to me, and I welcomed each and every one of them.

With him sitting beside me in the small space within the backseat of the Maserati, I was hyper aware of his presence. How warm and big he was. The spice of his cologne as it clung tohis skin. His hand slid over mine where they rested on my lap—then down to my bare thigh, slightly exposed with the rise of my dress.

His long, strong fingers daringly feathered along my leg, and I sucked in a breath, doing my best to cover the noise by clearing my throat and hoping that helped to disguise the sound from Jeff up front. If he heard, he didn’t react; it was nice to see that his professionalism from earlier carried over.

Beside me, Eric chuckled beneath his breath, such a different man from the apathetic one who’d greeted me on the gallery steps. Teasing and tormenting me, his fingers danced up my thigh, higher and higher. Like little tantalizing whispers of pleasure to come. He wasn’t so indifferent and controlled now as those teases to my thighs turned to him sliding those elegant fingers along the seam of my thin, lacey panties.

I barely caught my gasp and squirmed under Eric’s illicit touch. I was still so wet from the first orgasm he’d given me out on the balcony. Still so very hot and restless and needy. He said nothing, only smirked and put a finger to his lips, silently telling me to be quiet.

Could I?Again?

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