The Seduction 3 by Roxy Sloane

moan.
    My cock gets harder.
    I pull away. She’s
breathless, smiling. “Hey,” she says again, softer. She runs her
hands over the lapels of my tux. “You look good.”
    “And you look fucking
spectacular.” I grip her waist, all bound up in red satin like a
sexy birthday package. I slide my hands lower, over the ripe curve of
her ass. “Did you do what I told you?” I murmur.
    “No panties?”
Keely’s gaze turns teasing. “Maybe. Maybe not. You’ll just have
to find out later,” she adds with a wink.
    Later? Fuck that. I’m
just inches from her bare, dripping pussy, and there’s no way I’m
letting her go without sliding deep all the way to the fucking hilt.
    Keely doesn’t realize
the hard-on I’ve already got raging in my pants. She turns to look
out over the ballroom. “It’s going great, don’t you think?
We’ve already raised so much money for charity, and the auction
hasn’t even started yet.”
    “You’ve done a
great job.” I move up behind her, sliding my hands around her
waist.
    “It wasn’t me. I
just told them to do it, and voila! Everything is perfect.”
    I chuckle. “Enjoying
the view from the top, huh?”
    “Definitely.”
    She’s not the only
one. With Keely resting her head back against my chest, I have a
first-class view right down her dress. Her breasts pushed up against
the satin, straining for release. Those tight little nipples crushed
flat and caged in lace.
    Later tonight, I’m
going to suck them until she screams. For now, I’ll have to settle
for something a little more discreet.
    I reach between us and
unbuckle my belt.
    Keely lets out a happy
sigh against me. She’s still watching the gala, oblivious to my
filthy plans. “Is it terrible if I like being in charge? I’m
still stressed about the company, but it’s amazing to have people
actually respect me for a change. When I walk into a meeting, they
all pay attention -- instead of ordering me to go get coffee,” she
adds.
    “I thought you like
taking orders,” I murmur, unzipping my fly. My cock is straining,
eager as fuck to claim her right now.
    “That’s different,”
she whispers. “Those are always the fun kind.”
    “So how about I give
you an order right now?” I tell her softly. “Grip hold of the
balcony and don’t make a fucking sound.”
    Keely’s breath
hitches. Her body goes tense. “Vaughn?” she tries to twist her
head to look at me, but I turn it to face the ballroom.
    “Don’t worry,
baby.” I slide up her skirts, inching up over those silky thighs.
“The balcony’s hiding us. They can’t see anything.”
    I slip a hand between
her legs, and fuck, she was telling me the truth.
    Bare and wet and ready
for me.
    “Nobody’s going to
know I’m fucking you deep right now.” I whisper. “Not unless
you scream. You think you can keep quiet for me, baby?”
    Keely shudders as I
swipe over her slick little nub. “Yes,” she gasps. “I can be
quiet.”
    She thrusts her ass
back, rubbing up against my cock, and dammit, I would have to fuck
her now even if the whole room was watching.
    “Easy there, tiger.”
I position her against me, easing her thighs apart. “Just watch the
party. Don’t you make a sound.”
    I thrust slowly inside
her. Keely grips the balcony, stifling a whimper.
    “Oh, you like that,
don’t you?” I murmur, rocking back, then deeper, all the way
inside her wet cunt.
    God dammit, she’s so
tight, so fucking good.
    “I forgot, you like
it in public,” I whisper, rocking faster, feeling her clench and
quiver around me. “You like when people are watching, when they
don’t know just how dirty you are. You think anyone down there
realizes what we’re doing? That I’m balls-deep in your delicious
pussy right here, in front of everyone?”
    Keely gasps for air.
Her body is shaking against me. I can feel her thrust back to meet my
strokes.
    Oh fuck, she feels so
good.
    “Don’t move,” I
remind her, “Somebody will see. Already, it’s written all