“None taken,” Brooks says flatly. He gives my hip another squeeze.
The bartender slides Shawn’s and Bonnie’s drinks across the bar, causing enough of a distraction for Brooks to lean close. I tense the moment his lips graze my ear, feeling the touch all the way down my spine.
“You’re gonna get it later for that little stunt.” This is officially unbearable. My pussy clenches around the vibrator, begging for relief.
I pull out my phone, hoping to distract myself from the dormant sex toy lodged inside me. “Don’t go dangling these empty threats. It’s not nice.”
“Who says they’re empty?” Brooks reaches lower, takes a shameless handful of my ass. “Bet you’d look so fucking pretty bent over my lap.”
My breath hitches. I’m so startled, so turned on, I end up fumbling my phone on the glossy ballroom floor. Looking all too pleased with himself, Brooks picks it up.
Does a double take at it.
“Shit, did the screen crack?” I peer over his shoulder. And my stomach plummets.
The screen’s fine. Crystal clear and spotless, and open on the goddamn vibrator app.
“That’s…”
A slow smirk stretches Brooks’s mouth. “Is this what had you so flustered upstairs?”
“Me, flustered? Must have me confused with someone else.”
I reach for the phone. Brooks jerks it away. His eyes skate over me, my flaming hot cheeks, and the teasing grin fades off his face.
“Siena.” I’ve never heard my name sound so filthy in my life. He glances around us, at Shawn and Bonnie nearby, huddled over her own phone. “You still wearing this thing?”
My heartbeat stutters. “Am I wearing a sex toy at a black-tie function? Of course not.”
He tips my head back with a finger at my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“Don’t lie to me. Is there a toy in your pussy right now?”
My entire body throbs.
“I’ll take that silence as a yes. Suddenly, this night’s looking up.”
Brooks releases my face and his gaze drops to my traitorous phone, still open on the app. I go to grab it again. Stupid, considering he has an athlete’s reflexes. He catches my wrist, twists me around so that my back hits his front.
Fuck. “What are you going to do?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bonnie tuck her phone back into her clutch. Shawn shoots me a grin.
“That shit you pulled last night in bed?” Brooks presses a kiss to my temple. “Consider this settling the score.”
His thumb flashes over my phone. I gasp, absolutelyshovemy teeth into my lip to stifle a cry when the toy comes alive inside me, just as Shawn and Bonnie make their way over.
Brooks’s mouth is at my ear. “Play the part, sweetheart.”
“Sorry about that,” Bonnie says. “I think we’re going to try to slip away. Enjoy a good night’s sleep with the sitter staying at the house tonight.”
Yes. Please. Go away.
I grit my teeth, forcing my breath steady, but there’s no winning this battle. The vibrator shudders inside me, strokes my clit, and I clench everywhere.
Fuck, that feels so good.
In my peripheral vision, I see Brooks fighting a laugh as he tucks my phone into his pocket. “Oh, that’s too bad. We were having such a great time getting to know you. Why don’t you have another drink with us?”