Page 31 of Safe and Sound

“Ah, so instead of royalty and peasants, it’s heaven and the ones who can’t get in?”

“Maybe.”

“Still elitist if you ask me.”

“Here let me take your mind off the others.” After grabbing a controller on the table, Dare pressed a button. The glass view immediately went from clear to tinted. “We can see out, but they can’t see in.”

“That’s amazing.”

Dare’s breath warmed against my ear. “I could fuck you against this wall, and no one would know but us.”

A shiver ran through me at his words. One that sent heat coiling between my thighs. Throwing a glance at him over my shoulder, I said, “Who says that’s what I want?”

“Tell that to your wet panties.”

“My panties aren’t wet,” I lied.

He chuckled. “Ava, your wet pussy practically soaked the front of my pants on the dance floor.”

My breath hitched at his dirty talk. Jerking my chin, I countered, “That was then. I’m talking about now.”

“And I’ll bet you they’re fucking soaked again now.”

“Are you insinuating I’m lying?”

“Aye, I am.”

The longer I stared into Dare’s hooded eyes, the more I wanted him to really fuck me. I wanted his cock buried deep inside me in the most depraved and dirty way.

Jerking my chin at him, I said, “Prove it.”

His nostrils flared. “My pleasure.”

Placing his hand on my thigh, he slowly slid it under the hem of my dress. As his fingers inched towards my core, I sucked in a breath. When his knuckles brushed against my thong-clad center, a shudder ran through me.

A gasp of pleasure tore from my lips when his finger dipped under the elastic of my thong. When he lazily traced the moisture coating my outer lips, a deep growl rumbled through his chest. “Just as I said. You’re soaked.”

“And what are you going to do about it?” I wantonly questioned.

“Fuck you hard against that window like I promised.”

“Do it,” I commanded.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he pronounced.

He then dipped his head to kiss me. Within seconds, his mouth consumed mine. All the heat from out on the dance floor fanned back to life. As Dare licked and nipped at my neck, one of his hands kneaded my breast. I sucked in a ragged breath when his hand delved inside my dress to cup my bare flesh.

As he rolled my nipple between his fingers, his teeth gripped the neckline of my dress. After tugging it down, his mouth closed over my other breast, causing me to whimper. His tongue flicked and danced over the hardened bud of my nipple.

His one hand abandoned my breast to skim over my abdomen. As his teeth grazed against my nipple buried in his mouth, his hands met at the hemline of my dress. I sucked in a breath as he slid my dress up my thighs and over my hips.

A shiver went through me at the feel of his fingers skimming across my abdomen. After grasping one of the sides of my thong, he jerked it, causing the flimsy material to give way. My legs began trembling as his fingers trailed way across my abdomen to the other side. When he repeated the process, the thong completely tore away from my body.

Cool air swirled around my inflamed core. He gave me a cocky grin as he held up my shredded thong. “You owe me a pair of panties, Mr. Kavanugh,” I huffed.

“Panties? These were barely a scrap of lace,” he protested.

“Fine. You owe me a scrape of lace,” I shot back.

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