Page 113 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
My mouth opens and closes like a fish. Oh my God.
Here?
Now?
Yes, he’s definitely going to touch me here and now.
“I can’t come in front of all these people,” I whisper.
He leans in close and slides his nose up my neck, nuzzling. “I like how you know I’ll be able to get you to come. With just my fingers. Right here.”
My skin warms, and goose bumps rise across my arms. I jolt when a finger brushes over my folds.
“Shh,” he whispers directly in my ear.
“Miles, I can’t…I mean—”
“Every guy in here wishes he were me. Touching the prettiest woman in the place. Fuck, you’re drenched.”
Yeah, he can’t miss my reaction to him. Why I’m so wet for a guy who’s touching me in a room full of people, I have no idea.
“What else might you like? How about this?” He pulls back enough so our eyes meet.
A finger sinks into me.
I gasp.
“Sadie!”
I jolt at Tracy’s voice.
Miles’s finger falls away, and I whimper at the loss. I’m close to coming just from that little bit of contact. Is it the man? The ridiculously naughty way he was touching my body, yet keeping what we were doing hidden? Right at the bar?
Tracy comes up in a very buzzed rush of white boa feathers and giggles. “Come dance!”
I look to Miles, who’s smiling. His hands fall away completely and I watch—mortified—as he lifts the finger he just had inside me to his lips. And sucks.
“Did she give you her panties?” Tracy practically shouts.
I whip my head around to see if anyone notices. Yeah, I’m more embarrassed by that than by the way Miles had his hands up my skirt.
“She did,” he replies, amusement lacing his words.
He pulls them from his pocket to show Tracy, who squeals.
“Come dance!” she calls to me.
Miles shifts so I can be pulled away by Tracy. I glance at him and offer him a little wave as I’m tugged onto the dance floor and into the middle of the group of women. By the time the song is over and I look back, Miles is gone. And so are my panties. Tracy never snagged them.
Disappointment follows me the rest of the night. Being the only sober one at a bachelorette party isn’t all that great to start with, but then to be yanked away from an oncoming orgasm? Cruel.
Once at home and in bed, I toss and turn all night, dreaming of the sexy biker and his talented fingers, knowing the only way I’m getting orgasms anytime soon is with my vibrator.
Guys like Miles don’t exist in the area. And he said he was on a motorcycle ride. A ride that probably took him right back out of the county and to some other lucky girl.
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