Page 112 of Victorious: Part 2
“Oh yeah?” he states, taking another drink casually. He swipes the sweat from his brow and continues, “Wanna fill me in on what crazy adventure awaits us next?”
I lower my voice, even though a very intoxicated woman is singing Adele badly at the top of her lungs, and lean in so only Phoenix can hear me. “It’s… it’s having sex somewhere crazy. Somewhere risky.”
His eyebrows shoot up, a mischievous smirk crossing his face. “Definerisky.”
“Somewhere we could get caught. Somewhere completely unexpected.” I look up at him through my lashes. “Not very Clover-like behavior, I know.”
Phoenix drops his voice to that gravelly tone that makes my knees weak, “Baby, there’s nothing about you that’s predictable anymore, and I fucking love it!”
The heat in his eyes makes my decision for me. I grab his hand, tugging him toward the exit. “Come on. I have an idea.”
“Where are we going?” he asks as we rush out of the karaoke bar, the fresh air hitting us both instantly.
“The Bellagio conservatory.”
Phoenix stops walking. “The flower garden? Clover, that’s not exactly private.”
“That’s what makes it risky.” I grin at him over my shoulder. “Trust me.”
He shakes his head, chuckles, but keeps pace with me as we continue to walk. When we arrive, the conservatory is beautiful at night, less crowded than during the day but still with enough people wandering through to make this absolutely insane. I lead Phoenix through the displays, past towering topiaries and elaborate floral arrangements, until I find what I’m looking for—a secluded alcove behind a massive tree sculpture, hidden from the main walkway but still very much in public.
“Clover,” Phoenix warns, his voice strained. “This is—”
“Crazy. I know!” I turn to face him, my back against the cool wall. “But I want this. I want you.Right here, right now.It’s a bucket list item. You won’t refuse a bucket list item, Presley,willyou?”I tease, wiggling my brows at him suggestively.
Chapter Twenty-Five
CLOVER
The war playing out on his face is fascinating to watch. Desire battles with practicality, need fights with caution. But when I reach for the hem of my dress, pulling it up just enough to reveal the black lace panties I wore tonight, practicality loses out.
“Fuck, Clover…” he murmurs huskily, and then his mouth is on mine.
Hot, demanding, ravenous.
His hands are everywhere at once, tangling in my hair, gripping my ass, sliding up my thighs. The sounds of other visitors drift over to us, voices and footsteps that remind us how exposed we are, and how easily we could be discovered.
It only fuels the fire.
“This is insane,” Phoenix murmurs against my neck, but his fingers have already curled around the lace edge of my panties, and he yanks them down in one swift move.
“Good insane or bad insane?” I gasp as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist.
“The best kind of insane.” He growls, and the sound vibrates through my chest.
The way he looks at me, wild and wrecked, makes my pulse stutter. I reach down, undoing his belt with shaking fingers, the clink of the buckle lost in the rush of blood in my ears.
My hand grips his hard cock when I free it, and his breath escapes in a harsh groan. I guide the tip of his head to my entrance, and for a heartbeat, we both freeze, our eyes locking on each other.
Then he thrusts forward, sinking deep inside me with one powerful stroke. I gasp, the air stolen from my lungs, my bodystretching around him, grasping him as though it never wants to let go.
The angle is perfect, the risk of being seen making every sensation sharper, more vivid.
Phoenix stills, his breathing catches in his throat as his fingers clench tight against my bare ass. I lift my head to look at him, and he grins at me, slightly shaking his head. “This is fucking insane,” he whispers.
I slowly begin to rock my hips against him, his eyes roll back into his head as he bites down on his bottom lip.
“Bucket list, baby,” I whisper back, moving in, my teeth clamping down on his ear.
