Chapter 15
Kai
I couldn’t believe what came out of her mouth.
Dirty thoughts flashed through my mind at a million miles an hour, or whatever unit brain scientists used to measure brain activities.
Suddenly, I saw life in my much-neglected playroom.
The very same one that I thought about transforming into some kind of Zen meditation room. Fuck mindfulness.
She really did surprise me. My impression of her – the innocent good girl – really needed a re-evaluation. I grinned like a giddy teenager who had just heard the word boob for the first time.
At the same time, I felt like an old computer, unable to process the information presented in front of me. I didn’t know how best to handle this woman.
We sat on the sides of the chairs at our table, facing each other. A jolt of electricity went through my body, from the bottom of my feet to the top of my skull. That was when I realized that June wasn’t wearing her heels anymore. Her toe was stroking my ankle as light as a feather.
The little game of footsie she was playing sent blood flowing straight to my southern regions.
Her pupils were dilated, and her eyes were the darkest shade of green I had ever seen. That was a signal. Strong and clear.
There was something else in her eyes, and it felt like a challenge. Daring me to rock her world. I looked around the room. Most of the guests had left. There were a few drunk stragglers left wandering around the other parts of the venue, but we were alone.
I lifted her chin and planted my lips on hers. That was when I knew that I had done something dangerous.
Her kiss was hot, wet and urgent. Gone were the innocent little pecks that we’d shared before. A purring sound escaped her mouth causing my cock to harden.
She had been a regular guest in my fantasies. My fantasies and my dreams. More often than I would ever admit.
All the women that I had fucked, however filthy and animalistic it got, didn’t compare to this moment with June.
Every one of my escapades in the past lacked the sensual and intense lust that I found with her.
My fantasies of June had always been better than my real-world experiences.
In my fantasies, lust and sensual sex was achievable, and there was no other woman who made me feel that way.
I would have never guessed that she was curious about my hobby. My cock got harder as images of what I wanted to do to her flashed through my eyes. The throbbing was so hard that it started to hurt.
My fingers would no longer take instructions from my conscious mind.
They traced along her leg, starting with that naughty toe.
I drew small circles with my fingers until they reached the bottom of her dress.
But the fabric that clung greedily to her couldn’t stop me.
My palm pressed into her skin, bypassing her dress and swiftly up her outer thigh, feeling her supple soft skin and surprisingly toned muscles.
At the corner of my eyes, I could see shadows lurking. As much as I wanted us to be alone, I knew we weren’t. Her gaze remained on my face, and there was only me, only us in her world right now. Everyone else was irrelevant.
No one had ever looked at me like that.
Like I was their whole world.
I had wanted her since yesterday. I wanted her three years ago. Thirteen years ago. For what felt like my entire life, I’d wanted this woman.
Her crush on me was clear to me from day one. Though I hid mine from her, my crush was no less powerful than the one she had for me.
The timing was perfect. The timing was now. There was no reason to hesitate now. Yet, I, Shanghai’s number one playboy, failed to act at the moment. I didn’t know what to do now that I had her in the palm of my hands.
Her mouth slightly opened, letting out a gasp as my fingers flattened on her thigh.
Or was it a sigh? The pause on my part had finally got to her.
Before I knew it, her hand found mine. June guided my hand between her thighs and I watched her face as the muscles of her inner thigh clenched, relaxed, and then went into a slight tremble.
She wanted me to touch her. And she showed me how.
Fuck!
It was sexy as hell.
My body ached. My mind wanted this, wanted the relief she offered, relief that I had refused myself for so long for her.
The heat that radiated from her inner thigh tore away all my concerns and worries. I didn’t care who was left in the building, watching us or not.
There was only one thing left on my agenda for the rest of the evening.
Worshiping June.
An urge to please her overcame me. I wanted to claim what was rightfully mine.
Her moans and screams. Her shakes and trembles. Highs or lows. Good or bad. I wanted to be the reason for all that. Tonight. And from now on.
As if she could read my mind, she smirked, silently asserting her control.
She reached for my tie, yanking me closer until her face was just inches away from mine.
Her fingers twirled the silk, and when she released it, her touch trailed down, following the fabric all the way to the zipper of my trousers.
Her fingers worked quickly, undoing the zipper slowly, popping the button, and then I felt her warm, silky hand on my length.
My hand on her thigh tensed, making her breathe out a sharp sound that knotted my stomach with hunger—for her.
Out of nowhere, I felt her wetness. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath her dress.
No trace of underwear. That was when I understood the real reason she’d gasped.
She grinned, clearly pleased by my discovery, and then surprised me: her other hand slid down, boldly caressing my swollen cock.
It felt incredible. So damn good. I couldn’t help myself. I rubbed against her hand greedily.
With her other hand still over mine beneath her dress, she guided two of my fingers into her opening.
She was wet, oh so hot, and silky. I knew exactly where this was going—a place consumed by lust. But even though I thought I knew the destination, I felt lost—in her gaze, her scent, her touch.
Everything I’d learned about her over the years seemed to vanish in an instant.
I no longer recognized the person in front of me.
Her body began to move, riding my fingers as her other hand rhythmically stroked me in sync.
I hadn’t gone long without a lover, but this felt like I was discovering something entirely new, as if I was being touched for the very first time .
I shook my head, chuckling to myself. She was something else.
All the experience I’ve had over the years melted away, leaving her completely in control of my body and soul.
“Are you going to claim this as your first date?” she whispered, her eyes wide and innocent but her voice breathy and insistent.
Here? In public? I’d had sex in public before—dark cinema rooms, alleyways, in the open acceptance of a certain type of club—but never in a grand ballroom in one of the world’s most prestigious hotels.
My hesitation was enough to make her impatient. She yanked my tie hard, our faces now inches apart.
“It’s now or never, Kai” she breathed.
“You don’t mean that?” I asked, although I was enthralled by what she was doing. This was my kind of play: daring, pushing boundaries, seductive.
Still, I was hesitant—not because I didn’t want it, but because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop if we started. Especially not with her. A part of me tried to resist, but the part that wanted her was winning.
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
Her lips parted, and she breathed, “Yes, I do. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”
“This?” I challenged, pulling my face back slightly to deny myself the kiss I craved, forcing her to tell me exactly what she wanted.
“Yes.” She pushed me back into my chair, lifting her dress just enough to keep her modesty as she climbed on top of me. “Do you know how much I wished I could be one of those women you bring to these events? The one you’d go home with and…take completely?”
A tear slipped down her cheek, and I swallowed, wanting to apologize, but she pressed a finger to my lips.
“It hurt that you never asked me,” she whispered, her fingers now combing through my hair.
“Oh, if only you knew how much I wished I had.”
“Really?” She seemed doubtful. I wished I’d been ready for her sooner. I’d wasted so much time.
“Believe me, I wanted this as much as you do.”
I hadn’t exactly imagined her confessing her feelings and riding my fingers in public, but I’d fantasized about her, us, in countless other ways, each scenario filthier than the last.
“Prove it.” Dr. June Bennet challenged me, a look in her eyes that invited me to prove her wrong, dared me to do it.
Still, something in her tone was playful yet insistent, as if she didn’t quite trust my words alone.
This wasn’t the obedient girl I thought I knew, the one who’d do everything her family expected of her.
My mouth crashed into hers, and lust took over. I fumbled under her dress, found her even wetter, impossibly hotter, and definitely ready for me. She gasped against my lips, her hips grinding on me, and her hand found me, sending pleasure surging through me.