Page 128 of Top Shelf

She laughs and brushes her palm over me, light enough that my eyes close for a beat, and when I open them, she is watching me, her eyes lit with trouble.

“You are so hard,” she whispers. “Is this all for me, or should I thank the viewing lounge?”

I take her wrist again, bring her fingers to my mouth, and suck the taste of her from them.

“Okay,” she says faintly. “That’s fucking hot.”

I keep my eyes on hers and continue, licking between her fingers.

“Viktor.”

With a pop, I release her hand and nod over to where I want her. “On the chaise. I want to taste my wife.”

“In front of them?”

I step closer. “Unless you want the light off.”

She looks at the glass, then at me and shakes her head.

“No,” she says. “Leave it on.”

I guide her over, and she sits first, then lets me ease her back against the black velvet. Her hair spills over the side, her mask still glittering against her flushed skin. The dress rides up as she settles, and I kneel between her knees before I can think better of it.

Her ankles come to my shoulders, and I push the silk higher past her hips, until she is bare beneath the dress and open to me. The sight empties my head of every language I know. Gold heels press against my back, the straps delicate against my jacket, and I turn my head to kiss the inside of her knee.

She makes an impatient sound. “If you’re about to be reverent, I need you to know I’m very proud of you, but I would prefer obscene.”

I bite her thigh. She gasps, laughing and swearing at the same time, and I smile against her skin because this is what I love. This woman spread out in front of me, still herself even with strangers watching, still clever and ridiculous and dripping for my mouth.

Then I lick into her, and her laughter cuts off. I drag my tongue through her until she drops back against the chaise and grabs for my hair. I grip her hips and pull her closer.

“Fuck,” she moans, angling her legs wider. “I want them to see.”

I groan against her, then seal my mouth over her clit and suck. Her hips lift off the chaise, but my hands hold her down.

“Oh, you liked that.” Her voice is breathy now. “You like my legs spread wide around your face while they watch you lose your mind.”

I look up at her from between her thighs to see her chest rising sharply. There are very few moments in my life where I understand I am in danger and choose to remain there. This is one of them.

“You should be careful,” I say, my mouth wet and my cock rock hard from her. “I’m one sentence away from embarrassing myself.”

Her gaze drops to my trousers. “Promise?”

My cock jerks, and I close my eyes briefly, then put my mouth back on her before she can speak again. She moans as I work my tongue over her clit, then dip lower to fuck into her, tasting how wet I made her.

“God, your mouth,” she says, fingers tightening in my hair. “Do you think they know, Viktor? How close you are to coming while you fuck me with your tongue? I can feel you shaking.”

A rough sound tears out of me and she rocks against my mouth. I let her, dragging my hand from her hip to press two fingers inside her again, and her body takes them greedily.

“Yes,” she breathes. “There. Fuck, yes, there, don’t stop.”

I keep going, her thighs trembling around my head and her heels digging into my back. Beyond the glass, something makes a noise. Heidi hears it, because her eyes roll back, and I press my tongue flat to her clit. I can feel her orgasm gathering fast under my mouth and around my fingers.

“Viktor,” she says. “Fuck, please, yes. Please make me come, make me come.”

Her begging sends me over the edge. I flick my tongue and curl my fingers up hard. She comes against my mouth, and I come in my trousers like I am sixteen years old and stupid with wanting her.

Pleasure punches through me so hard my forehead drops against her inner thigh, and my hand tightens on her hip. My cock pulses helplessly in my pants while her body clenches around my fingers, thighs shaking around my head. I keep my mouth on her because stopping would be worse, because she is still coming, because I want every person behind that glass to watch me make her come the way only I can.