Page 56 of Lose Me In The Shadows

“Are you going to dance with me?” Kara asked, keeping her voice cool even as her heart sped up.

Micah didn’t answer her, taking her hand in his and sweeping her into his arms. He pulled her close, too close for a gathering like this. But, she reasoned, dancing was the best way to keep an eye on everyone without drawing attention to themselves.

Micah was uncharacteristically quiet as he guided her around the dance floor, blue eyes intent on hers.

“What are you thinking about?” she finally asked.

“How absolutely breathtaking you are in this dress, and how, as dangerous as this is, I’m glad we’re here, and get to be together like this.”

“If you hadn’t snuck out on me that night in New Orleans, maybe we could’ve had this,” she retorted. “Or if you had knocked on my door and asked for a date instead of kidnapping me.”

Micah hummed, spinning her out, then back in so they were pressed together, chest to chest, his hips and hands urging her into a smooth, salacious movement that made her heart race.

“You disagree?” she prodded.

“Does it matter if I agree or not? We’re here now, aren’t we?”

This sly motherfucker. Even slyer, when his hand traveled to the slit in her dress and underneath the fabric.

“Micah,” she gasped.

She’d been forced to go commando in this dress.

“Kara,” he mimicked as he traced his fingers over the opening to her pussy before delving one finger inside.

“Wet,” he murmured. “Do you have a secret exhibition fetish, baby? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised: you love when I fuck you with Conor and Luke watching. Do you think these people are watching you, too?”

Her breathing stuttered as he began drawing small circles on her clit.

“No one can see what I’m doing to you, but I’m sure they can guess, based on how pink your cheeks and chest are turning. Are you going to be able to hold back your moans when you come, baby? Or are you going to make it obvious to everyone how badly you want me?”

Not to be outdone, Kara pressed her chest closer to his, raising onto her tiptoes so she could press a kiss to his neck. He wore no tie, and the open collared shirt gave her access to his neck. She took advantage, biting him. And when he shuddered against her, his fingers pausing while he tried to cover his own groan, satisfaction and power filled her, bringing her even closer to orgasm.

“I can feel how hard you are,” she told him. “You need to fuck me bad, don’t you? What if I got down on my knees right here, unwrapped you like a present, and sucked your cock into the back of my throat? Everyone watching as you face fucked me, and both of us loving every second of—”

He swatted her ass, hard. There was no way people around them didn’t see, and a cough from behind her confirmed it.

“Tease,” he growled. “You’ll pay for that later.”

She just hummed in response.

God, power feltgood. She knew he wanted her, but she hadn’t realized how heady it was to control him, manipulate him this way.

Had she been doing it all along, and hadn’t recognized it?

He strummed her clit again, playing her like the maestro he was, and for a moment, she just closed her eyes and let him, trusting him to guide her around the dance floor and into an orgasm without shame.

Shameless.

She hadn’t felt shameless in so long, not since before her affair with Chris. It felt freeing in a way that even driving across the country with no roots or ties hadn’t provided.

“You’re so beautiful like this, baby girl,” he told her. “I want a lifetime of this with you.”

Before she could respond—and what would she even say to that kind of vulnerable truth bomb?—someone tapped her on the shoulder.

“Mind if I cut in?”

It was Conor.

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