Beneath These Lies (Beneath, #5)(61)

The next words I wanted to speak stuck in my throat. They were dirtier, filthier than I’d ever spoken before, but they were exactly what I wanted. So I found the courage to say them anyway.

“I want you to f*ck me against this wall. My legs wrapped around your waist, you holding me up until we both come. And then I want to straighten my skirt and your jacket and walk back to our table with no one having any clue what just happened.”

I imagined his eyes flaring with heat. His hands squeezed my sides in approval.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, duchess. Especially that.”

His hand dropped lower on my leg until he found my bare thigh and slid up it. He paused when he didn’t feel any panties.

Once again, I wished I could see his face, because the shock had to be perfect.

I’ll shock him again someday.

His groan filled the room. “Killin’ me.” Rix’s hand closed around my bare ass and slid low between my cheeks. “Soaked. Perfect. Mine.”

One finger circled my opening, teasing just enough to bring out my own moan. I wanted more. Needed him filling me.

As soon as the thought entered my head, he plunged one finger inside.

“Oh God. Yes.” I rocked my hips against him.

“Wish I could watch you f*cking my finger. So damn perfect.”

“More.”

His forehead lowered to mine as he continued to thrust his finger in and out. “You want me? Here? Where anyone could walk in and see us?”

The recitation of the discovery we could face did nothing to chill my desire. If anything, it fed the flames.

“Yes, here. Now.”

“Then I better give you want you want.”

His hand left me, and I heard the hiss of a zipper. I reached out, palming his cock and closing my hand around it to stroke.

“That what you want?”

“Yes.”

Both hands wrapped around my ass and he lifted me. “Legs around my waist, duchess.”

I followed orders, and his cock fit between us perfectly. Frissons of pleasure scattered through me as I ground against it, going higher each time to push the head against my entrance. Rix lifted me, helping my purpose along. Seated against me, he lowered me slowly and his cock sank inside me, inch by inch until I was filled. Gloriously, amazingly filled.

The sounds of our breathing and my whimpered moans eclipsed the silence as Rix lifted me slowly before lowering me back down. I savored every movement. Reveled in his touch. My clit brushed the fabric on his dress shirt, and each time it sent me higher and higher.

“Oh God. Like that.”

Rix moved me effortlessly as I clung to his shoulders. It wouldn’t take me long to go over the edge. I was already close.

Thrust after thrust, I moaned louder, digging my nails into his shoulders where the muscles bunched and rippled as he lifted me.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the orgasm draw together and then . . . it splintered into a thousand shards of pleasure radiating from my center out through my limbs. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back the scream, so I pressed my lips against his shoulder to silence the sound.

Rix paused, letting me revel for a few moments before he continued. Stroke after stroke, faster and faster. His ragged breathing clued me in to his quickly approaching orgasm.

I wanted it. Wanted him to let go. With me. Because I did this. This was my daring move, and I loved knowing that it brought him to the brink.

Rix didn’t silence his roar as he came. His forehead dropped to mine as his chest heaved with each breath he sucked in.

“Gonna kill me, woman. But what a way to go.”

Kill him? I couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped. He made me sound like some kind of skilled seductress, and that couldn’t be further from the truth. But then again, I had been tonight.

Rix pulled away, and that’s when it hit me. We hadn’t used a condom.

Oh. Shit.

He stiffened, and I knew he’d just had the same realization. He reached around the stack of linens beside us, producing a cloth napkin, and I quickly cleaned up. I’d just finished blindly setting my clothes to rights when the door swung open and the light flicked on. As soon as my eyes adjusted, they swung to the young server standing just inside the door, shock stamped on his expression.

I glanced to Rix as he was buttoning his suit coat.

“Uh, you shouldn’t be in here, sir.”

Rix grabbed my hand and pulled me along behind him. “Thanks for the heads-up. We’ll be on our way.”

The curtains were drawing closed as we stepped out into the main room, and the lights were coming up.

“End of the first act,” Rix murmured to me. “You want to stay? Or go back to your place?”

What did I want? More Rix. But in a private setting.

“I’m ready if you are.”

He nodded and we moved toward the elevators. “We’ll come back another night, and you’ll get the full experience.”

Another giggle escaped me. “I feel like I got the full experience tonight.”

“Not yet, but you will.” Rix’s silver eyes flashed as we entered the elevator, and he pulled out his phone. A quick text and he tucked it back in his pocket.

“Johnny?”

“Letting him know to get us.”

This driver business was kind of convenient, but still very strange. I waited a few beats before speaking again.