Four Week Fiance 2(16)

“Because I don’t have any panties on,” I said, leaning over and whispering in his ear before smiling sweetly. I heard his sharp intake of breath and then walked away from him quickly and headed over to talk to a small group of women who were standing next to us. “Hi, I’m Mila,” I said as I approached the group. They looked towards me curiously, with surprised expressions. “I’m TJ Walker’s fiancée,” I said, feeling slightly out of place like some sort of intruder.

“We know who you are,” the oldest-looking lady answered with a tight smile. “Glad you could join us tonight.”

“Oh, it’s my pleas—”

“Excuse us, ladies.” TJ grabbed my arm as he interrupted me and pulled me away from the circle of women. “I need to talk to my fiancée.”

“TJ,” I gasped as he pulled me. “What are you doing? People are looking.”

“They can look. They can listen. I don’t care,” he said as we headed towards the door. “I have an investigation to take care of.”

“What investigation?” I asked, confused, my heart thudding.

“I want to know if, one, you really have no underwear on and, two, if you are as wet as I think you are right now?”

“TJ Walker,” I squeaked as we made our way past his father and the group of board of directors. “No way.”

“Oh, I think way.” He stopped abruptly and I crashed into him. His hands reached out to steady me and he held me close to his side. He looked down into my face and smiled a sweet yet devious smile as his fingers caressed my lips. “If I haven’t told you yet, that dress is very sexy,” he said smoothly and his eyes fell to my partially exposed chest. “Very, very sexy.”

“You’ve told me,” I said as I gazed back at him in his black tuxedo. He looked disturbingly handsome, with his dark silky hair that was slightly too long and wild, his green eyes that glittered into mine like emeralds, haughty and superior, and his pink luscious lips that were turned up and waiting to do all sorts of naughty things to me. I bit down on his finger as it invaded my mouth and he pulled it back quickly with a look of surprise on his face.

“Feisty tonight,” he said huskily. “I like it.”

“You’ll be liking it in the privacy of our bedroom, though, not here,” I told him smartly, licking the taste of him off of my lips.

“Yes, I’ll be enjoying it there as well.” He grinned as he leaned closer to me. He bent down and kissed my lips and then pulled away slightly. “And I’ll be enjoying it here as well.”

“No, you won’t,” I said, grinning back at him as I leaned forward and kissed him. “Sorry about your luck, TJ.”

“Oh, don’t be sorry,” he said, his teeth grabbing onto my lower lip so he could suck it. “My luck is quite fine.”

“TJ.” I grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed him back. “We can’t do this here.”

“I think we can,” he said, but he let go of my lips and rubbed his own with his fingers. He grabbed my hands and winked. “Now, come with me.”

“TJ, no, this is not an appropriate venue.” I squeezed his hands and hissed. “We’re not going—”

“I know about Operation Condor,” he said lightly and looked back at me, his eyes looking amused as he stared at me.

“Oh, my gosh.” My heart stopped for a second as I stood there, feeling embarrassed as he brought up the code name for the “seduce TJ” plan I’d invented with Sally when I was younger. “How do you know?”

“I think you’d better come with me and find out,” he said and turned back around and starting walking again. I followed alongside him, my entire body feeling hot like I was lying on a beach in the Caribbean; only I wasn’t in a relaxed state. TJ stopped outside the door, turned to look at me and then grinned. “Go outside and meet me by my car,” he said softly and I frowned.

“What?” I looked at him and then the door behind him. “I thought we were going in there?”

“I changed my mind.” He shrugged. “We’re not going in there any more.”

“TJ? What’s going on?” I asked him, feeling confused.

“You’re about to find out.” He licked his lips, grabbed my hand and before I knew what was happening, he’d pulled me behind the door into what appeared to be a bathroom.

“TJ?” I gasped as I felt his fingers sliding up under my dress.

“Just checking,” he growled as his fingers found my wetness. “I just wanted to make sure I was right.”

“TJ,” I moaned as his fingers slid back and forth and then stopped to rub on my throbbing bud. “TJ, we can’t do this here.” I moaned as he slipped a finger inside of me.

“We’re not going to do it here,” he said huskily.

“Oh?” I looked at him in confusion, lust having taken over my faculties. “Are we going home already?”

“We’re not going home,” he said and shook his head, his teeth grinning at me. “Go and wait by the car for me.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You will.” He laughed. “Now go.”

“Okay,” I said, feeling dazed as I straightened my dress out and walked away from him back towards the door.