Page 127 of Top Shelf

“I’m thinking of several jokes right now.”

With a sharp slap on her clit, her head tips back against my shoulder again. I grin into her neck because this woman is impossible, and I want her so badly, I may die from it in this expensive room with wax on her breasts and her hand on my cock.

“Viktor, I’m close.”

I curl my fingers inside her, and her mouth drops open.

“Yeah?” I ask. “You gonna come for your husband?”

She nods fast, breath catching, and I do it again, until her grip on my thigh turns brutal.

“Say something filthy,” she breathes, and my hand falters for half a second. “Please. You’ve been looking at me like you wanna lick me in front of the entire club.”

“You want filthy?” A low sound leaves my chest as she nods fast. “Then listen to me. I’m going to make you come on my hand while you watch the glass. You’re going to keep your dress down so I can watch your tits heave every time I do this—” I curl my fingers again, and she moans. “And every person looking through that mirror will know how much you enjoy being seen while my fingers are fucking you. Then I’m going to lay you on that chaise, put your heels on my shoulders, and use my mouth on your cunt until you forget anyone else is watching.”

Her body clenches. “God.”

“No, min fru. We discussed this.”

She laughs helplessly, then moans as I twist my fingers again. I lick up the column of her throat, and she squeezes my cock again, rubbing her palm over me through the fabric with enough pressure to make my hips jerk.

“If you keep touching me like that, this ends very badly for my trousers.”

“Maybe I want the audience to know I’m not the only one losing my mind.”

“Oh, they know.”

“Do they?” Her hand strokes me again. “Because you look very composed in the mask, husband.”

I withdraw my fingers to circle her clit, and her knees nearly buckle. “Mm. That is what I thought.”

She is close, I can tell by the frantic movement of her hips. The little hitch in her breath.

“Spread your legs,” I say. “Let them watch me pleasure my wife.”

The slit of her dress falls away from her thigh as she widens her stance, revealing more of my hand working under silk.

“Oh my god,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

“Good boy.”

My cock pulses hard enough to hurt. I laugh once and press my mouth to her ear. Then I take her hand and press her fingers to her clit with mine, my other arm firm around her waist to hold her up.

“Viktor—”

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Feel how my hand fucks you, Heidi. You are so greedy for your husband.”

She falls apart on a sob, clenching hard around my fingers, her body bucking in my arms while I keep her hand rubbing her clit through every shaking pulse. The people behind the glass get to watch her come, bur only I get to feel it.

I keep my touch slow, letting her ride the aftershocks while my mouth moves over her face, her cheek, the corner of her jaw. She makes a sound so tender and wrecked it takes something out of me. For several seconds, there is only her breathing. Then I turn her in my arms and kiss her, tasting the laugh on her tongue, feeling the leftover tremor in her body. She hums into my mouth and reaches for my trousers again.

“No.” I catch her wrist. “If you touch me right now, I will come quick and hard, and I’m not done with you.”

A sinful smile spreads across her face. “Oh, I’m absolutely touching you right now.”

“Heidi.”