Eye Candy

I turn around and bend over, showing him my bare ass. I’m without panties—otherwise, what would be the point?

“You’re a goddamn genius.” Bane spins me around, grabs me by the ass and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and his thick head slides over my clit. “I’ll love you better later,” he promises, and then he slips low and pushes inside.

It’s a fast, frantic fuck. I bite his shoulder so I don’t make too much noise. I doubt anyone will be able to hear us with the auction going on, but just in case, I want to limit my pleasure sounds. I know when he’s getting close because he tugs on my ponytail. I lift my head and his palm slips under my chin, holding my face while he drills me into the door, eyes on mine.

He’s wearing the Batman mask. It’s so sexy. I think I may have a costume fetish. Thankfully, Bane seems to share it.

He slips his thumb between my lips. “That’s gonna be my cock as soon as we get to the room.”

I come, groaning his name because I love his dirty mouth, and he’s right, that’s exactly what’s going to happen. I’m so glad we’re staying at the hotel tonight and that Bane has booked us into one of the lavish presidential suites. We have all night to get our freaky sex on. It’s going to be amazing. A few more thrusts and he follows right after me, declaring his love of fucking Catwoman.

After a few long moments of just breathing, he steps back from the door and I unwrap my legs from his waist. As he starts to set me down there’s a horrible ripping sound. We freeze, eyes on each other.

“I really hope that wasn’t anything important,” he says with a nervous chuckle.

Together, we look down. It’s impossible to see what the issue is with the black on black material. He bends at the knee and I lower my legs carefully to the ground, but when he tries to pull away another tear reverberates loudly through the room.

My carefully sewed secret front pocket in his Batman leotard is ripped wide open. But that’s not the worst part. The zipper on my cat suit has torn as well, leaving a huge hole at my crotch. The two seem to have gotten caught on each other with all the thrusting.

“Oh shit. That’s not good.”

“No, no, it’s not.” I try to separate us, but all I manage to do is make the hole in my costume bigger. “I have to be back out there soon. Gwendolyn is going to give some huge speech and make me go out there and thank everyone for coming. I can’t do that with my vagina hanging out!” I gesture wildly to my crotch. Panic is setting in. This is an epic wardrobe malfunction.

“Fuck. Shit.” Bane tries to run his hand through his hair, except he’s wearing the mask, so he runs it over that instead. He takes a deep breath and goes into problem-solving mode. “Where’s your dress?”

“In our room.”

“Fuck. So we have to get to the elevators.”

I bite my lip. “And up to the twenty-third floor without being seen.”

He exhales a breath, nods once, grabs my ass, and hoists me back up.

I grab his shoulders. “What’re you doing?”

“Taking you to your dress.” He wraps his cape around us, holding it closed with one hand.

“Right. Okay.” I throw the lock.

Bane peeks his head out into the hallway. The coast is clear so far. He creeps down the hall, as much as a six-three, two-hundred-plus-pound man can creep anywhere with a woman attached to the front of his body. If I wasn’t so worried about having to be back onstage, I might think this whole situation was hilarious. I don’t even know how long we were in the supply closet. I don’t think I’ll get over the panic until I’m back in my dress.

We manage to get to the doors leading to the hallway without being seen, which is a miracle since we have to pass Lexington, who’s still waiting for his turn to go up on stage. Wow, I didn’t expect Wentworth to be such a hit with the ladies, or maybe we were a lot faster than I thought.

Just when I think we’re in the clear I peek my head out into the foyer and note several guests milling around there. Goddammit. Why aren’t they in the ballroom, taking part in the auction, or at least watching it go down like they’re supposed to?

I push him back before anyone sees me. “Shit. What are we going to do?”

Bancroft gives his head a shake. “I’m an idiot.”

“No you’re not. You were horny, and that’s totally okay, but I need to figure out a way to get my dress back on my body so not everyone gets to see my used cooch.”

He tries to set me down, but I cling to him. “Let go, babe.” He pries my fingers free. “You stay here, I’ll get the dress and bring it back down as fast as I can. I’ll take the stairs if I have to.”

“Why didn’t we think of this in the first place?”

“Panic is good for making people dumb. I’ll meet you back in the supply room.” He kisses me quickly and then he rushes out the door, leaving me in the hallway with a very drafty crotch.

I tug at the zipper, but it’s bent and pulled free from the teeth. I’ll have to replace it entirely to fix it. With my hands over my crotch and my back against the wall I shimmy my way through the dimly lit hallway, back to the supply closet to wait.

I’m not quite so lucky this time around with going unnoticed. As I’m passing backstage, my black outfit against the cream wallpaper must catch Lex’s attention. He glances over and spots me before I can duck out of sight. Not that there’s anywhere to duck into. The supply closet is still a good twenty feet away and I’m not free to move quickly unless I want to flash him.

I’m sure my smile is more of a grimace. He leaves his post and saunters over to me, looking suspicious. “What’s going on, Ruby? Where’s Bane?”

“Oh nothing, he’s just gone back to the room for a minute. He’ll be right back.”

He tilts his head to the side, eyes narrowed a little. “I thought you were getting drinks.”

“I was. I am. I just, we uh . . .” Shit. If he finds out what happened he’s never going to let either one of us live it down.

“Why are you standing like that?”

“I had a bit of a costume mishap.” I can give him a smidgen of truth.

He comes a little closer. “What kind of mishap?”

“My zipper broke.” Okay, maybe more of the truth is okay. He doesn’t need to know how it happened.

That signature smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, yeah? What were you two doing to break a zipper?”

“It just, I just—” God. I lie professionally for a living—I fake being another human being, living another life five nights a week and I can’t even come up with a plausible lie to tell my boyfriend’s smirking brother.

Suddenly, Lexington’s name is called from the other side of the curtain. The crowd erupts in applause, along with the sound of female whistles.

“You have to go.” I cross my legs and try to shoo him toward the stage. When he doesn’t move right away, I hiss, “Go! You can’t keep Amie waiting like that, do you know how much stress this whole thing is causing her?”

“I seriously don’t understand why she’s marrying my dickbag cousin.” He turns and heads toward the stage.