Page 94 of Shamed
The private room?
“Shit.” I tip my head back, eyes closing. The night she took something just to be able to get through it. I could have stopped it from happening. “It’s my fault you ended up in there after all.”
“It’snotyour fault. Don’t even think that.” She grips my shoulder, her expression serious. “It had nothing to do with you. If anything, I was trying to use you to get out of something.”
“I would have let you, had I known.”
Her eyes soften. “I know you would have.” A beat passes before she glances over her shoulder again. “I think I need to move on. Chester is on the floor and has looked this way a couple of times already, and I’m not doing anything.”
I should let her leave. I know I should.
But the moment she starts getting up, I realize how much I don’t want her to.
“Dance for me,” I blurt. “And we can keep chatting.” Her head whips around, but she doesn’t give me her eyes so I can gauge her reaction. They’re focused on where my hand is holding her bare thigh, stopping her from getting up. I wrench it off her. “Sorry.”
Slowly, she drags her eyes up to meet mine, hers filled with conflicting emotions and uncertainty.
And still, I can’t bring myself to tell her to go.
“Are you sure?” she finally asks, her voice soft.
“Yes.”
I watch as her throat moves. “What about Heidi?”
I almost choke on nothing.What the fuck?“Heidi?”
It suddenly dawns on me . . . my mom’s comment on the phone about her. I bet that’s why she’s been acting a little different lately.
“Heidi is no one. There has never been anything between us.” In fact, I haven’t even seen her since that day. “And besides, this is just so we can talk more.”
Jayne stares at me for another beat before dipping her chin. “Okay. If you’re sure.”
I say nothing.
Lifting from the armrest, she moves in slow motion to stand between my legs, giving me plenty of time to change my mind.
I don’t.
Releasing a tight breath, I keep my mouth shut.
Okay.
Slipping into the role for everyone else to see, she leans down and starts stroking my thighs, back and forth in swirling motions, spreading heat as she goes. It’s tentative at first, but with each stroke, she seems to get more into it. Andfuck, I already know this was a mistake.
After sliding dangerously close to my dick, she moves to my stomach and chest, repeating the sensual stroking before stopping when she gets to my shoulders.
With her fingers pressed into my tense muscles, she lowers one knee, then the other, so they’re bracketing my thighs on either side.
Jaw clenching, I try to stay calm and keep my breathing even, my focus on her face, even as my skin buzzes with electricity.
But then she begins to move as a new song starts, rolling her entire body in sensual waves over my lap, all while holding my gaze.
She’s so fucking beautiful. Sexy.
“What did you want to chat about?”
Heart thumping, I swallow, trying to dislodge the lust starting to clog my throat and flood my system. Everything feels alive.
