Page 170 of When Hearts Remember

The ice monster is once again burning hot.

“Come.” A raspy command.

Wetting my lips, I walk to him and he tugs me on his lap so my backside is plastered against his front. He runs his fingers lightly up and down my arms. My body heats, the earlier unease from the strange conversation with Elias dissipating.

Ethan chuckles, clearly knowing what his caresses do to me. He presses an open-mouthed kiss on my neck and I whimper.

Suddenly, my silk dress seems too abrasive. My body shifts, primed to move, to feed the fire slowly burning me alive.

Three scantily clad women wearing jewel-studded lingerie stride onto the stage as the music kicks up a notch. Their bodies twine against the poles, seductive, hypnotizing. A couple—a brunette dressed in a gauzy black dress and a bare-chested blond man appear on the center stage and the man takes a seat.

Then, the brunette slowly brushes her fingers across the man’s chest before she sinuously slips out of her dress, revealing her perfectly proportioned body, the private areas covered with glittery pasties with tassels.

My breathing quickens as blood pools in my core. I didn’t know I had a latent exhibitionist or voyeuristic streak inside me, and I wonder if Ethan knew this about me—if this was part of the us I’ve forgotten.

I shift my legs on his lap, needing more friction as need builds up inside me. While the glass is frosted on the sides of our pod, lending to privacy, the main windowpane is clear.

Anyone can see us if they’re staring from the right angle.

A warm breath coasts up my neck. “Are the Rose floors living up to your expectations, Nova?”

Ethan suckles my pulse point right under my jaw, then laves the spot with his tongue.

I moan, closing my eyes, letting my head drop back against his hard chest.

“So fucking hot,” he growls.

“Y-Yes, those girls are beautiful.” I let out a shaky exhale as his hands travel up my legs, sliding over my dress, grazing the sides of my breasts before landing on my shoulders.

“I couldn’t care less about them. I have the most beautiful girl on my lap.” Slowly he tugs off the straps, and the silk dress pools at my waist. He sucks in a rough inhale.

“No bra, my naughty girl,” he rasps, his hands closing over each swell, eliciting a whimper from me.

The girl on the stage begins a sexy lap dance on the guy, her hips moving over his groin in an expert rhythm, her fingers playing with the tassels over her nipples.

Ethan plucks my nipples, slowly gyrating his hips below me, his hard erection digging between my ass cheeks.

“We’re in public,” I moan, but I don’t stop him.

I fight to keep my eyes open, to watch the couple on the stage simulating sex.

The man has his pants chucked off and is wearing the thinnest underwear. He’s giving it to the girl, thrusting at her from behind.

I can’t even tell if they’re acting or not.

Another whimper slips out of me, my clit throbbing. I widen my legs, letting the outline of Ethan’s cock graze my wet pussy, and he groans.

He slides his fingers under my dress and plays with my black lace panties. “Soaked. You’re dripping, Nova. This turns you on, doesn’t it? My innocent girl isn’t really innocent, is she?”

He bites my earlobe, and I let out a loud whimper. “My hummingbird is secretly a slut for me, isn’t she?”

“Yes.” I move my hips faster, needing his fingers to slide under my underwear and play with my clit.

“Who do you belong to?” He clearly reads my mind and in one quick snap, my panties fall to the floor.

“Ethan, please.” I move my core over his still finger. He withdraws and I whine.

“Whose pussy is this? Who can hear you moan and whimper? Who gets to taste your sweetness and feel you gushing around his cock?”

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