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ludicrous that Fred laughed wholeheartedly. His wife took it differently. She choked on her champagne.
“Here, let me help you.”
The billionaire pulled out my panties. They were folded into a perfect square, just like a handkerchief. He reached forward and delicately wiped the woman’s mouth. It was kind and innocuous but there was no way she could miss the fragrance. Her eyes grew as big as saucers. As quickly as he had come to her aid, Grayson retreated.
“Don’t worry, this happens all the time to women around me. They can’t seem to help themselves from getting wet.”
He said that as a joke but the woman swiftly understood and locked eyes with me. Her husband was oblivious and started talking about finance. He had the most important man in the room before him and he wasn’t about to squander the opportunity. The two men went into a quick discussion about the acid test of the liquidity ratio of European markets through the spectrum of asset turnover. Or something.
“Enjoy the rest of the evening,” Grayson said. “I’ll see you later.”
While we walked away, I couldn’t stop thinking about my damp underwear being shoved in the face of a highborn lady. The whole thing had been so outrageous, I’d never done something like this before. Death would have been preferable. However, watching Grayson so poised, so in control of everything around him made my heart lurch. I was becoming another woman by his side.
A better woman.
“Why do you do these things to me?” I asked.
“Good things or bad things?”
“Good things but you’re turning me into a bad girl.”
“Took you long enough.”
Chapter 6
I was more than ready and didn’t even put up a fight when he wrangled me into the library. I didn’t care that it wasn’t a proper bedroom. I would have let him take me into a barn filled with rowdy animals if it meant I would finally get some relief. As soon as the door closed behind us, I threw my arms around his neck.
He looked into my eyes as if he was surprised by my sudden dominance. He was perhaps even a little proud. I didn’t take the time to bask in my newfound position of power. I had other things on my mind. I had other pressing needs. I pulled him into my arms and kissed him hard and fast. I came to the realization this was our first real kiss. After all the teasing, after the decadent mile high masturbation and the public fingering, we were going back to basics.
My lips crushed against his and I was lost. Our mouths moved in harmony and I tasted him for the first time. Our tongues danced, fought against one another. We probed and explored each other and it was more intimate than anything we’d done so far. I never would have believed that it would turn out like this.
Holding me tight in embrace, he marched me back until I hit something. I instinctively reached behind me to feel against what I was standing. It was a table covered with soft felt. It was a pool table. I didn’t have time to give it further thought because Grayson was kissing me anew. His hands were all over me as he delivered gentle pecks down my neck.
“Oh, Grayson…”
He touched me eagerly. His hands roamed over my chest, down my curves. He surveyed every inch of my ample cleavage through the dress.
“Do you know the effect you have on me?”
While he said that, he grabbed my wrist and led me between his legs. I didn’t need any additional prodding and hurriedly felt his crotch. The lump was sizable, inviting. It anything, it was bigger than it had been on the plane. It was scorching against my hand, so ready to do more than mere teasing. So I teased him some more.
“Don’t you want this inside of you?” he asked.
I did, so much! However, he had tortured me all evening long and payback was delicious. I rubbed the area all around his groin, carefully avoiding touching his bulge directly. He breathed harder, almost moaning. I had to be doing something right.
“Are you getting back