Page 110 of The Off-Limits Play

“I know it did.” I smirk. “I’m just standing here wondering if you need a little more proof of just how grateful I am. I’m quite happy to describe in detail the shit I want to do to your body later.”

I giggle, about to map out how this night’s gonna go once we’re free of this place, when he surprises me by quickly shifting and nestling his body behind mine.

“Seriously, kitten,” he practically growls. “It’s pure evil to wear this thing around me. It’s not fair to this silky fabric I want to rip off your body, and it’s not fair to me having to see your sexy ass wrapped in this shit and knowing I’m not allowed to touch it.”

“Patience,” I tease him. “Your time will come.”

“I can’t wait.” His warm breath splays over my neck as he skims his hand around my waist and brushes over my pussy.

I immediately tense. “What are you doing?”

“I scored a touchdown for you, kitty cat.” He nudges his pelvis into my backside, and I can feel his hard length pressing against me.

My body catches fire while I try to play it cool, keeping his wandering hand hidden beneath the table while fighting the urge to beg him to take me.

“You’re drunk,” I murmur.

“I’m horny,” he whispers back. “For you.”

His hand glides down my leg, finding that split and wriggling his fingers underneath it. The fabric bunches over his wrist, and then those magic fingers of his are teasing the front of my thong.

“You’re seriously doing this? Right here? Right now?”

Why am I not slapping his hand away?

Because this is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to you!

“Do you have any idea how sexy you look tonight?” He rests his other hand on the table, and I glance sideways at him while he looks around the room.

I follow his gaze, noticing that everyone’s distracted, yet this is still the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done. It’s so thrilling I can barely stand it.

“You can’t wear this and expect me not to have a reaction.”

He nudges into me again, and I can feel the purr rising in my throat.

“The things I want to do to you right now…” His finger skims the edge of my panty line, pulling it to the side while my insides dance in a way I’ve never felt before.

“We’re in public,” I squeak.

“I can stop if you want to.” His breath tickles my cheek. He smells of alcohol and temptation and… and I can’t tell him to stop.

I don’t want to.

I’m lightheaded with desire. With need.

And so I let him skim his finger over my clit. I even raise my foot, resting it on the bar at the bottom of the table so he has better access.

What the hell am I doing?

My heart’s racing a mile a minute. Screw that, it’s racing ten thousand miles a minute, and I feel like my brain’s gonna explode. But this thrill is addictive.

I clench my jaw, trying to act chill and praying no one looks our way. My eyes jerk around the room as a groan builds in my throat.

Shit, he feels so good!

Closing my eyes for a second, I suck in a breath, trying not to give myself away as I dig my fingers into the tablecloth. My body’s on fire, this white heat spreading through me as I squirm against the table.

“You gonna come, kitten? You gonna come right here for me?” Carson’s whisper is gruff and ragged. I feel it travel done my spine and arch my back, nudging my ass into his erection.

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