L. Marie Adeline- S.E.C.R.E.T

against my back, his hot mouth next to my ear. I could feel his erection against the small
of my back, where the first man had put his hand.
“Cassie, you look beautiful in that dress, but those panties need to come o, right
now,” he whispered hoarsely. “Because I’m going to play with you, if that’s okay with
you.”
“Here? Now?” I swallowed.
“Oh yes.”
“What if someone catches us?”
“No one will. I promise.”
My back to his chest, both of us facing the band, he slipped his right hand under my
skirt and followed the crevice between my thighs to my thong. With expert ease, he
dipped a nger inside me. I was wet. This was crazy. The band kicked up the tempo and
the singer’s voice was like a musical instrument, her words pouring out at the exact
moment that two of his fingers secured themselves around my thong’s waistband.
“Lift, my love,” he commanded, and with expert timing, he slid the damaged thong
forward to my knees. I quickly shimmied it down to my ankles and let it fall discreetly
t o the oor. The place was dark, loud and crowded. Even if I screamed, it wouldn’t
cause a commotion.
I felt his hand slowly circle my inner thigh, teasing me just enough, as he continued to
breathe into my ear. I imagined what we must look like: an aectionate couple
watching the band. Only the two of us knew that his right hand was ravaging me.
Secure that no one was watching, he got bolder and glided his other hand across my
right breast, letting it linger there for a moment. Then he circled my breast with a wide
palm until he could feel my nipple harden.
“I wish I could take this nipple in my mouth. But I can’t because we’re in a room full of
people,” he whispered in my ear. “Is this making you wetter?”
Oh God, it was. I nodded.
“If I slid my fingers inside you right now, would you still be wet?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Promise?”
I nodded and then felt his other hand coming to life again under the jacket resting on
my lap. It glided up my thighs, and then one nger parted me. This almost sent me
toppling sideways, but he held me rmly. He nudged my right thigh open a little more,
and I spread his jacket wider to conceal what was occurring beneath it.
“Take a sip of your champagne, Cassie,” he said. I grabbed the cool glass, felt the burst
of bubbles on my tongue. “I’m going to make you come right here.”
Before I could even swallow, his ngers had begun to coax me open. The feel of it was
so marvelous, I choked a little on my drink. No one standing near us could have known
that the most delicious things were being done to me.
“Feel that, Cassie?” he whispered in that sexy accent. “Arch into me, baby,” he said.
“That’s it.”
My pelvis pushed down on his hand, now cupped beneath me. His ngers dipped in
and out of me while his thumb traced circles around me. I closed my eyes. My entire