Page 78 of The Misfit

I blink at the thought, a drop of doubt in my bourbon-addled brain, and then shove it away. Not something I can analyze now as I bare her flesh. Small but firm breasts, narrow waist, and hips that flare out in a way that make me want to take a bite.

I let the dress loosen further, begging me to strip it off and get a better look at her. But it’s not free to fall yet; turnabout is fair play.

Gently, I tug her into my body and guide her hands to my lapels. “Undress me, Salem. Then take my cock out and wrap your hands around it.”

Her eyes pop open, and she skims the silk of her gloves up and down three times, then nods once before she snatches at my jacket, jerking it off my shoulders enough that I can shrug out of it properly. Then her fingers find the buttons of my dress shirt, and I catch her counting under her breath as she releases each one and untucks my shirt from my pants.

I add it to the pile and kick off my shoes. Then I spin her to face Aries, pressing against her back as I dip down to bite and nibble the slope of her neck.

“He’d like to watch,” I whisper. “But I’d only let him see enough to know who you belong to. To let him see what he can never have, what he will never have.”

I meet Aries’s eyes over her shoulder, and he shakes his head. Salem loses herself in my words and in my claim, dropping her head onto my shoulder and molding her frame to mine.

I lift my chin enough to ensure Aries sees the steel in my gaze. “Now get the fuck out so I can take care of my girl.”

EIGHTEEN

salem

I’m tremblingas I watch Aries grab his jacket and tie and stalk toward the door. At the other end of the room, he stops and turns back slightly. “It could be fun, you know?”

“Get. The. Fuck. Out,” Lee grits out from behind me.

Aries shrugs and leaves, and some part of me is relieved. For a second, I thought Lee might … I don’t know … include him.

“Now, where were we?” Lee whispers against the curve of my neck.

Lee’s breath is hot on my skin as his hands slide down my sides, leaving goose bumps in their wake. I shiver, pressing back against his solid chest.

“I believe,” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe, “you were about to wrap those pretty little hands around my cock.”

My breath catches in my throat. This is really happening.Lee Sterling—the man I’ve been pretending to date, the man I’ve been falling for despite my best efforts—is about to fuck me against the wall of a private room while a charity gala continues just outside.

How is this my life right now?

I should be panicking. I should be counting tiles or breaths or moments until I can escape. But all I can focus on is the heat of Lee’s body behind me and the ache building between my thighs.

Slowly, I turn in his arms to face him. His pupils are blown wide with desire, a thin ring of stormy gray barely visible around the edges. I’ve never seen him look so undone, so raw. It makes me feel powerful and terrified all at once.

My hands shake as I reach for his belt buckle. One, two, three tugs and it comes loose. I count each breath as I unbutton and unzip his slacks, pushing them down his hips along with his boxer briefs.

Lee’s cock springs free, hard and flushed and intimidating. I wrap my fingers around the thick shaft, marveling at the velvet-soft skin stretched over steel. He hisses through his teeth, his hips jerking forward.

“Fuck, Salem,” he groans. “Your hands feel so good.”

I stroke him slowly, exploring every ridge and vein. His breathing grows ragged as I run my thumb over the sensitive head, spreading the bead of pre-cum gathered there. My gloves will need to be washed after this.Yes, definitely need to be washed.

“Enough teasing,” Lee growls, spinning me back around to face the wall. He yanks my dress down to pool at my feet, leaving me in nothing but a flimsy thong and my silk gloves. “I need to be inside you. Now. But first, let’s make this a little more interesting.”

I furrow my brow and shake my head. “What do you mean?”

He snatches his belt off the floor and loops it around my wrists before I can even retreat. Another second and the strap is tight, and he threads his hand underneath where my wrists connect like he’s picking up a bucket. When he raises my arms high and loops the belt over an embedded light fixture, I shake my head. “Wait, Lee, I don’t know.”

“I’ve got you, baby. You trust me to take care of you, right? This is me pushing you a little further, that’s all.”

Some part of me isn’t sure, not like this, but the other part of me raging to feel him inside me takes over, and I simply close my eyes and surrender to the sensation.

His fingers find me through the thin lace, stroking and teasing until I’m squirming against him. “So wet for me already,” he murmurs approvingly. “Such a good girl.”

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