why she was there and it became clearer as she was pretty much ignored except for heated glances. Her paranoid mind wondered if they could smell her arousal or at least hear the intermitted buzzing sound coming from between her legs. Surely they would notice the sweat at her brow and the red on her neck and face, but they said nothing.
When it was finally time to leave, she was the first one up, eager to get out of public. Her boss had embarrassed her and left her so needy that she felt hysterical. Every step that she took pushed the bullet deeper and made her whimper in pleasure.
Will grabbed her arm and escorted her out of the restaurant. He let her walk as slow as she needed to. When her breathing became faster and she thought she was going to finally explode, he pushed the button on the controls in his pocket. “Dammit!”
Her voice was low in her throat but he heard her. Will pulled her to his hard frame and whispered in her ear. “Don’t be naughty Aria. I will have to punish you.”
His breath tingled against her ear and then an aftershock rocked her core. Her body was begging for it, but he moved away, giving her space once again. He was hot to cold so quickly. It was hard to keep up and kept her on edge for more. It was the surprise that made it so exciting to her, the fact that she had no choice what happened next. There was of course the control of stopping it all, but that was the last thing from her mind when she saw his hand reach into his inner coat pocket and he pressed the button she had learned to love and hate all at the same time.
Chapter 8
Will seemed like a perfect gentlemen on the outside as they walked through the hotel lobby. Most people did not give them much more than a glance as his hand steered her towards the elevator. The buzzing had started since they stopped and all through the hotel. Aria felt like her knees were going to give out, but it persisted. It was only when they were in the elevator alone, after an elderly couple had gotten off, did he stop her torture.
Aria was beside herself. She wanted nothing more than to touch herself. The act was becoming a need instead of a want quickly and she could not imagine being able to handle much more. She gripped the small notebook in her hand so hard that she had red marks on her palm from the metal spiraled top.
“Aria?”
“Huh?” She turned towards him with a questioning look in her eyes.
“I asked you if you have the room key? She shook her head no, remembering that it was still on the side table where she had left it. She shook her head and he pulled out one from his pocket, the same pocket that the controller was in. She flinched, bracing herself for the torrent to come. But then he pulled out the key with a devilish look and slid it in the door. She relaxed and walked in. He turned it back on and she was not prepared. Aria gritted her teeth and turned around to look at him.
“I want you to take your clothes off Aria. Nice and slow.”
Aria looked down, unable to meet his hungry gaze. Her eyes slit shut as she tried to deal with the outburst from the toy. It shook madly, driving her absolutely wild. “Aria?”
She looked up, her blue eyes begging him to stop it. He ignored her though, gesturing for her to hurry up. “I can always turn it up you know.”
She did not know and certainly couldn’t imagine anymore pleasure to be derived. Aria licked her dry lips. “Please don’t.”
The please in her sentence seemed to assuage his temper and he waited for her to do as he said. He took the notebook out of her hand that she still clung to. He flipped through it. “You didn’t get much written down did you?”
“Sorry. I was sidetracked.”
Aria whimpered as he turned it up. Her hands shook as she turned around to let him unzip her dress. His hand was quick, jerking it down and wrapping his arms around her, underneath the thin material of the dress. The straps had not allowed her to wear a bra and his hands were soon