Epilogue
Remi
“Excuse me, dear. Where is your name tag?”
Me and officious clipboard lady. Round two.
“Oh, I don’t want to damage my vintage gown.” And this one really is vintage.
“Double-sided tape.” She holds up her roll triumphantly.
“Aren’t you prepared?”
“Yes, indeed,” she says proudly, tearing off a piece of tape and holding it out for me.
“Welcome.” She fawns at someone over my shoulder, and I slip inside while she’s distracted.
Surveying the crowd, I spot my mark. He’s surrounded by security, but that won’t be a problem, considering he’s making his way toward me.
“Miss.” Officious clipboard lady taps my shoulder.
“Yes?” I turn around.
“I’m going to need to see your name tag, my dear.”
“She’s with me.” A rumbling voice licks down my spine, the sensation pooling in my core.
“Of course, Mayor Calvani.” She scurries away.
Checking out my mark, I examine his features, as if for the first time.
God, did I ever have a chance of not falling for this man?
That nice square chin. My favorite, his short and well-manicured beard. Pretty olive complexion. Piercing baby blue eyes beneath the mask. Inky black hair styled to perfection. All this in that tall and trim tuxedo-wrapped package that I love.
My eyes meet those baby blues, and like our first encounter, we stand rooted in place, staring at each other. “Should I say thank you, or fuck off?”
“Dance with me, and you can decide for yourself.” He extends his hand, leading me to the dance floor.
He gives me a spin, and my hand lands on his wrist, but I feel only skin, no metal.
Undeterred, I lock eyes with him. “Are you always this intense, Mayor Calvani?”
“Seems you’re at an advantage knowing my name.” His lips brush the shell of my ear, and I suppress a shudder as he gives me another spin.
When I spin back around, my hand fans his left pants pocket.
Empty.
“Wouldn’t hurt a man such as yourself to be at a disadvantage every now and then.”
“You think so?” He pulls me close, and I snake my hand down between us, feeling his; dayum , that’s not his right pocket.
Rising on my tiptoes, I say against his lips, “Only one way to find out.”
The man dominates my mouth, and while I do love it, I’m not ready to concede defeat.
Continuing my search, ah ha , I find what I’m looking for in his right pocket.
My fingers lift the pleating of the fabric until his watch is lifted into my hand.
Moving quickly, I drop it in my pocket before giving his cock another little appreciative pat.
In the blink of an eye, my hand snakes up to his chest.
Angelo breaks the kiss, his heavy eyes attempting to pin me in place. “Shall we continue to test your theory in private?”
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention?” Someone on stage with a mic announces, and I slip out of my mark’s arms and hurry to the exit.
In the hallway, I keep my pace brisk, my heart pounding in my ears.
A hand bands around my waist from behind, and I swallow a scream as I’m jerked inside the ladies room. The masked man locks the door, turning around with a gun in his hand.
He takes a step forward, and I take a step back, and so on, until my back’s against the wall.
“Naughty little pickpocket thought she could steal from me?” Angelo runs the barrel of his gun along the fluttering pulse of my neck.
Down between my breasts. Underneath my dress, to where I’m not wearing panties.
“I’m going to steal an orgasm from her.” He moves the cold steel between my pussy lips.
I know this was his fantasy, but who knew being caught would feel so damn good.