Page 107 of Beautiful Beast

I take a sip of wine to hide my smile. “I’m plenty nice to you.”

“Let’s dance.”

I gulp the rest of my wine, chasing the warm heat coursing through my body, and allow the pint-sized beauty controlling my life to lead me to the dancefloor.

On the party side of the establishment, what I assume to be popular top 40 is playing at ear-splitting volumes. I haven’t heard any of it before, but Belle mouths the words and is already sashaying her hips.

I pull her into my arms and press my lips to her ear, loving how she trembles against me. “Did you read a book about dancing?”

“Very funny.”

I’ve never felt such a strong, visceral connection to someone before, or physically wanted anyone this badly. It’s instinctive and I’m hoping with every fiber of my being that she lets me fuck her in the limo.

Based on the way she’s molding her lithe body to mine and grinding versus dancing – at least, this isn’t any dance that I’ve ever learned in my ballroom classes – I’d say that I have a pretty solid chance.

My hands are on her ass, and she’s rubbing all her sexy curves against my now very hard dick. We definitely shouldn’t have left the house.

Her lips are inches from mine, and I can feel her smile. “I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend now. I’m never going to kiss anyone except you ever again.”

This girl rocks me with everything she says and does. I swallow over the lump in my throat and pull her closer before dipping my head to take her mouth.

And her soft, willing lips on mine are the sweetest relief.

I can’t believe how easy it is to be affectionate with her in public. I’m not worried about being photographed or featured on Page Six, and I should be considering how I currently look. But the papers could write an op-ed about us and I wouldn’t give a shit anymore.

Her hands fist on my shirt before she moves them to my hair, dragging me down to deepen a kiss that’s already shockingly intense. When I lick the seam of her lips, she doesn’t hesitate to let me in, and my cock pulses in earnest when she sucks on my tongue.

She’s shaking in my arms, and I know she wants me just as badly. I’m about to ask her if she wants to get out of here when she takes my hand and leads me toward the lobby.

“Is this like some kind of Pavlov’s dog experiment?” I tease. “I have a successful outing and then you fuck me?”

“Two things,” she replies. “It has to be successful according to me, and that means no hiding under hoodies or avoiding eye contact, so you passed. And spoiler alert, I’ll fuck you either way. I don’t play those games.”

“Let’s go to the limo,” I growl.

“No.”

“No?”

She’s basically leading me around by the dick right now, but I follow her while she scouts locations.

“I am not fucking you in a public bathroom, princess. Absolutely not.”

She opens a random door and it’s a walk-in supply closet. “How about here?”

“I have a penthouse. So do you. You want to fuck in a closet?”

“I can’t wait. I need you inside me now.”

My cock surges and strains against the zipper, insisting that my crazy girlfriend is a genius. The door doesn’t even have a lock, but I close it behind us and hope for the best.

I don’t care if the world knows I’m fucking her, but her privacy matters to me, and I don’t want anyone else to see parts of her that are just for me.

The tiny windows near the roof offer enough light that I don’t have to turn on the harsh fluorescent ones. I push her against the wall between two shelving units, pinning her wrists over her head and taking the opportunity to devour her lips, neck, and collarbone.

Her chest heaves and there’s nothing I want more than to rip the silk of her dress open and get an unobstructed view of her luscious, round tits.

“Don’t move your arms,” I order, trailing my hands down her body to find the hem of her dress and pulling it up around her waist. Exploring with touch versus sight tells me that the tiny scrap of material between her legs is drenched.

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