Page 48 of The Wife Deception
"Huh?" She whipped her head so fast I was afraid she would get whiplash. "Uh... I don't have a lot of friends. And you know, there's a long distance between LA and New York." Suddenly, she shot up. "I feel like dancing. Wanna join me?"
My eyes grazed her sexily clad body. I would love to dance all night with her, but I had business I needed to discuss with Emilia. "I'll join you later."
I watched her as she shuffled out of the booth and glided down to the dancefloor. She disappeared into the throng of people dancing, and I had to clench my fists not to follow her. A burst of laughter took my focus off her and onto the group I was with.
"You owe me a hundred," Simona said to Axel.
"What now?"
The two couples didn't bother hiding that they were laughing at me. Mirth played on their faces, and Giovanni was outright smiling. Simona explained. "Axel was convinced that you didn't like her. I thought otherwise, so we made a bet."
I did not like the idea of my friends making bets about my marriage behind my back, even though if the shoe was on the other foot, I would have done so. "Axel is right," I said, trying hard not to search for Aelin in the crowd below.
"Really," Emilia challenged. "Is that why you were holding onto her so tightly?"
"So possessive,"Simona added.
"He was looking at her like a meal," Giovanni chimed in.
I bit back a retort, when in the corner of my eye I spotted Aelin swaying on the dancefloor. Her dress caught the lights and made her look like a fairy. Not the Tinker Bell variety, but the sultry, more adult variety. A few men around her were taking notice, and one was already trying to make a move on her. She was oblivious to them all as she continued dancing.
I got up. "Fuck you guys," I said.
They all laughed. By the time I reached the stairs, I heard Giovanni say, "Remember when he swore up and down that women didn't affect him? My man is whooped." That garnered more laughter. They could think whatever they like. I wasn't obsessed with her, as they were implying, I thought as I made a beeline towards her. The dance floor was full now, and I had to muscle my way through the crowd until I reached her.
The shock on her face when I grabbed her arm was easy to read even in the low lit club, but it quickly melted away when she realized who I was.
"Wanna dance?" she said over the music, swaying in time to the beats. She looked so enticing, I wanted to say yes. To join her. But I am not a dancer. At least not one who dances to pop music.
"Not my kind of jam."
She chuckled, twirling around. "So, why are you here?"
Someone staggered behind Aelin as they passed, jostling her forward, her body slamming into mine. I felt a rush down my spine as her breasts made contact with my chest. "Are you okay?"
Aelin nodded. She splayed her hands around my arms, and her face was so close that one small move would have resulted in a kiss. I waited for her to let go, but she didn't. Instead, she started swaying to the music again, forcing me to move or drop her arm. I swayed along with her, my hands sliding to the small of her waist, teasing the rim of the skirt of her dress.
The pulsing rhythm beat in time with my heart as we danced to the music. Her eyes locked with mine, imprisoning me within her space; I didn't want to escape. I drew her closer until her hair was brushing against my cheek. My lips slid down her neck as my hands covered her butt, drawing her against me so she could feel my erection. Her moan was like an aphrodisiac. I wanted her then and there.
"Nolan," she whimpered in my ear.
It was a cry of need. I knew what she wanted. It was the same thing I wanted. I looked around the club and spotted a corner. "Let's get out of here," I said and took her hand in mine. Weweaved through the throng of people, my mind focused on one thing and one thing only.
The corner bent into a small dark passage with three locked doors. It was empty. There was no one here, and no one could see us, but we could hear the music. I pushed A against the wall and claimed her mouth. Just like all the times I've kissed her before, she responded with hot fervor. Kissing me back as her hands slid to my neck and hair. My own went down to her thighs and up her dress, straight to her groin. Her panties were drenched.
There was no time.I wanted her now.
Aelin's hands went to my pants, and she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans while I ripped her panties off. She squealed in my ear, a sound that made me want to please her by sinking my two middle fingers inside her and flicking her clitwith my thumb. She squirmed, her knees buckling with pleasure. She retaliated by taking my cock out and rubbing the pre-cum around the head. I groaned at the feel of her soft, small hands on my erect cock. She grazed the skin with her nails, causing me to slam my hand against the wall beside her head. I claimed her lips again, kissing her harder. Wanting more than just petting.
"I wanted to be inside you," I muttered against her lips.
Suddenly, she withdrew her hand and pulled away from me. The cold air of the room brushing my exposed cock and bringing me down to earth.
"What's wrong?"
She readjusted her clothes and hair, casually, as though we weren't rubbing against each other's bodies a few moments ago. "It was a test."
"What test?" I was louder than intended. My frustration at quickly realizing I was getting blue-balled made me irrational, but she remained unfazed.
