“TJ, there are people standing right outside that door.” My eyes widened as his hand rested on the small of my back. “I’m not going in there to wait for you to do whatever you want to do to me.” Though, I desperately wanted to just run to the room so that I could wait for him to take me.
“You know what I want to do to you.” He leaned down and kissed my cheek and moved his mouth to my ear, his tongue licking me lightly before he whispered, “I want to pull that sexy, slinky dress off of you, but I won’t. Instead I’ll just pull it up as high as it can go. Then I’ll reach down and I’ll move your panties to the side. Actually, no, maybe I’ll just rip them off, keep them in my pocket as a party souvenir.” His voice was husky and I shivered at his words. “Then I’ll bend you over so your ass is in the air and I’ll touch you lightly, delicately, and caress you before I give you what we both want.”
“I think you’ll find that to be a difficult task,” I said softly, batting my eyelashes up at him, though I was finding it hard to talk because I was so turned on. My body was on fire and I found myself wanting to play along with him and his sexy talk. I wanted to show him that I wasn’t scared of his sexual side. In fact I craved it. It turned me on. Even though I loved him and was scared that this was all about sex for him, I wanted him to know that I could give as good as I got.
“Why is that?” He leaned back and his eyes bore into mine intensely as if we were the only two people in the room.
“Because I don’t have any panties on,” I said, leaning over and whispering in his ear before smiling sweetly. I heard his sharp intake of breath and then walked away from him quickly and headed over to talk to a small group of women who were standing next to us. “Hi, I’m Mila,” I said as I approached the group. They looked towards me curiously, with surprised expressions. “I’m TJ Walker’s fiancée,” I said, feeling slightly out of place like some sort of intruder.
“We know who you are,” the oldest-looking lady answered with a tight smile. “Glad you could join us tonight.”
“Oh, it’s my pleas—”
“Excuse us, ladies.” TJ grabbed my arm as he interrupted me and pulled me away from the circle of women. “I need to talk to my fiancée.”
“TJ,” I gasped as he pulled me. “What are you doing? People are looking.”
“They can look. They can listen. I don’t care,” he said as we headed towards the door. “I have an investigation to take care of.”
“What investigation?” I asked, confused, my heart thudding.
“I want to know if, one, you really have no underwear on and, two, if you are as wet as I think you are right now?”
“TJ Walker,” I squeaked as we made our way past his father and the group of board of directors. “No way.”
“Oh, I think way.” He stopped abruptly and I crashed into him. His hands reached out to steady me and he held me close to his side. He looked down into my face and smiled a sweet yet devious smile as his fingers caressed my lips. “If I haven’t told you yet, that dress is very sexy,” he said smoothly and his eyes fell to my partially exposed chest. “Very, very sexy.”
“You’ve told me,” I said as I gazed back at him in his black tuxedo. He looked disturbingly handsome, with his dark silky hair that was slightly too long and wild, his green eyes that glittered into mine like emeralds, haughty and superior, and his pink luscious lips that were turned up and waiting to do all sorts of naughty things to me. I bit down on his finger as it invaded my mouth and he pulled it back quickly with a look of surprise on his face.
“Feisty tonight,” he said huskily. “I like it.”
“You’ll be liking it in the privacy of our bedroom, though, not here,” I told him smartly, licking the taste of him off of my lips.
“Yes, I’ll be enjoying it there as well.” He grinned as he leaned closer to me. He bent down and kissed my lips and then pulled away slightly. “And I’ll be enjoying it here as well.”
“No, you won’t,” I said, grinning back at him as I leaned forward and kissed him. “Sorry about your luck, TJ.”
“Oh, don’t be sorry,” he said, his teeth grabbing onto my lower lip so he could suck it. “My luck is quite fine.”
“TJ.” I grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed him back. “We can’t do this here.”
“I think we can,” he said, but he let go of my lips and rubbed his own with his fingers. He grabbed my hands and winked. “Now, come with me.”
“TJ, no, this is not an appropriate venue.” I squeezed his hands and hissed. “We’re not going—”
“I know about Operation Condor,” he said lightly and looked back at me, his eyes looking amused as he stared at me.