I\u2019d been sitting there for over an hour. Alone, waiting. Every tick of the clock fraying my patience a little more\u2014especially when yet another smug lawyer in a tailored suit decided to try his luck, mistaking my silence for an invitation. I wasn\u2019t here for them. I wasn\u2019t here to play a game, not their kind anyway. I was here for one man. And he was just on the other side of those banquet room doors, talking business with my father\u2026 and standing beside his wife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Noah Blake. He looked at me like he wasn\u2019t supposed to. He flirted in that careful, quiet way men do when they\u2019ve convinced themselves it\u2019s harmless. And I let him, because I was curious. I wanted to see how far he’d let that fire spread.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Midnight came. The fundraiser was winding down, and more of Dad\u2019s drunk colleagues spilled into the bar. I threw back another Long Island, ignoring their eyes on me. The last thing I needed was another sweaty handshake or a lecture about \u201cnetworking.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n God, I hated lawyers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And then\u2014he walked in. Noah. His eyes locked with mine, and something shifted inside me. My breath stalled. My heart thudded harder than I\u2019d care to admit. But I kept my face calm. I\u2019d learned how to wear a cool mask while everything inside boiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMissed me already, eh?\u201d He slid onto the stool next to mine. \u201cWhat can I say? You have your own gravity,\u201d he said, motioning for the bartender and ordering us tequila.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This time, he wasn\u2019t nervous. There was a confidence to him now. A heat. I turned just slightly toward him. \u201cHow\u2019s the wife?\u201d He smiled like he wasn\u2019t sure what game I was playing. \u201cShe\u2019s good,\u201d he replied, tugging at his tie. \u201cPretty taken with your father, actually. They’re playing blackjack.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh? So you\u2019re jealous, that\u2019s why you came in here.\u201d I tilted my head, letting just a hint of a smile curl my lips. \u201cDidn\u2019t take you for the possessive type.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNot jealous,\u201d he said with a slow shake of the head. \u201cJust… enjoying better company.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n We raised our glasses. \u201cTo good company,\u201d he said with that damn wink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The tequila burned in the best way. \u201cDo you like me, Noah?\u201d He blinked. His eyes bounced between mine and the bar top. Lawyers like to control the conversation. I\u2019d grown up watching them twist words and dominate rooms. I knew exactly how to flip the script.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI do,\u201d he said finally. \u201cYou seem like\u2026 a nice person.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I almost laughed. Nice?<\/em> I shifted, letting my leg slide along the bar of his stool\u2014just enough for the slit in my dress to fall open. His eyes followed. He stared. Hard. \u201cI think you\u2019re a nice person too,\u201d I murmured.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His hand twitched, jaw tightening. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to stare,\u201d he said, eyes dragging back up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI don\u2019t mind. I like being looked at.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The bartender brought us another round. I grabbed one, swallowed it fast, and let the warmth settle deep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then I reached under the bar and placed my hand on top of his. Soft. Testing. Mistake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Noah noticed. He turned to follow my glance, nerves flashing across his face. I gripped his hand tighter, guiding it to my thigh\u2014just under the slit in my dress. No hesitation now. If I gave him a way out, he\u2019d take it. But if I led? And he did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The second his fingers brushed my skin, I froze. Not with fear\u2014but with thrill. We were officially past the point of return.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His hand stayed. Rested. I leaned forward, elbows on the bar, pretending nothing had changed. On the surface, we were just two people having drinks. But under the bar? My leg was hooked over his stool, his fingers slowly trailing upward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I let go of his hand. The rest was up to him now. Higher. Bolder. I smiled into my glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He took that as permission.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When his finger finally slid through the slick heat between my legs, I forgot how to breathe. Everything in me was on fire. The room blurred. My grip tightened on the drink in front of me like it might save me from drowning in sensation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n God, it had been so long<\/em> since someone touched me like this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Guilt. Shame. Desire. Noah\u2019s touch was slow. Intentional. Like he was savoring it. Learning me. I couldn\u2019t think. Couldn\u2019t move. My leg dropped from the stool. The metal clanged against the floor. It hit me so fast\u2014too<\/em> fast\u2014and I was gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My orgasm ripped through me like lightning. Noah didn\u2019t stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even as I came undone right there in the middle of the damn bar, he kept touching me\u2014soft, slow strokes that made my thighs quiver and my spine arch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I wanted to grab him. Kiss him. Pull him into me and let the whole world fall away. So I did the only thing I could. 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Dad\u2019s golden boy at the firm. Charming, successful, married. We\u2019d met a few times. And there was always\u2026 something<\/em>. Lingering glances. The kind of awareness that hung just a little too long in the air. The kind you feel behind your ribs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I liked it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn\u2019t look at him straight away, just swirled my drink lazily, pretending I wasn\u2019t thrilled he came.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I wasn\u2019t sure if it excited me\u2026 or scared me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was a test, and we both knew it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And when I looked at him again, I wanted to know just how bold he\u2019d really let himself be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I asked it flat, knowing exactly what it would do to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
God, if that\u2019s what he thought of me, then he didn\u2019t know a thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I let him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLike what you see?\u201d I asked, watching him squirm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIs this okay?\u201d I asked quietly, my eyes flicking toward the banquet room door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Damn it. Rookie move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He might just follow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My pulse pounded in my ears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He hesitated\u2014only for a second. Then he moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His fingertips grazed the inside of my thigh until they met bare skin. Bare<\/em>. His eyes flicked to mine, wide, surprised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I bit down hard on my lip, trying not to whimper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They all crashed into each other inside me\u2014but desire rose fastest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He circled over my clit and I almost cried out, barely stopping the sound behind clenched teeth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every muscle in my body clenched, waves of pleasure rolling harder, higher\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I gripped the edge of the bar, shaking. Trembling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My head dropped against the bar. My whole body pulsed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I didn\u2019t.
Because people were watching.
Because I was playing a dangerous game.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This was only the beginning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"