Logan’s arm squeezed his wife to him. “What do you want to drink? Apple juice?”
She nodded and flashed us a guilty smile as he went to the bar. “It’s the only craving. I need apple juice by the gallons.”
Payton adjusted her hot pink leg warmer. “Did Logan give you any lip about coming? It’s a school night,” she teased. I’d been told the pair worked together at a design firm. The reality was school wasn’t starting for another few weeks. My final semester before graduation.
Evie made a face. “I guess you didn’t hear him and Dominic planning out their matching outfits.”
“We did no such thing,” Dominic said. “Logan asked me for advice. I’m older, wiser, and much more hip.”
Payton snorted. “Says the man who just used the expression hip.”
I leaned back against Joseph, enjoying his arms around me, feeling like I belonged here.
We danced, and drank, and Joseph admitted the theme night was fun. He still didn’t quite get why all the twenty-year-olds were so enamored with the decade, but it didn’t matter. Liquor sales were double what they normally were.
Logan and Evie couldn’t stay long, claiming they had a managers’ meeting early in the morning. Payton and Dominic took off right after them, and Joseph led me upstairs to his office. We’d finally had sex on his desk last month, something we’d both been wanting since that time I’d turned him down.
“Such a fucking cock tease,” he’d whispered. “My balls were blue for a week afterward. You made me crazy.”
“Aw, poor baby,” I said, sarcastic.
“I’ll do the same to you, little girl. Make you want it so bad you can’t see straight. Have you begging for me.”
Of course he’d made good on his threat.
So now I stood in his office, floating in that happy place between sober and full-on drunk, staring at my perfectly imperfect boyfriend and Dom. His eyes were playful, and yet it made my mouth go dry. His effect over me only strengthened over time.
“Go out on the balcony,” he said. The mischief in his expression was sexy, and anticipation heated me.
The balcony was as small as a closet, a half wall with a railing to keep drinks from going over. I glanced down at the main level and the sea of people undulating on the dance floor. Joseph stood behind me, his hands on my hips.
“Are you wearing panties under this ridiculous dress?”
We’d played this game enough times I finally knew how. Perhaps I even knew how to beat him at it. “Yes, Sir.”
“You know I don’t like it. Take them off.”
No one could see us below the waist. I reached under my skirt and pushed my panties down to my ankles, stepping out of them. I asked it innocently and surprised, although it was what I hoped for. “Are you going to fuck me here, Sir? Where someone might see?”
He didn’t answer. Joseph stood beside me, turned, and sank down to sit with his back against the half wall.
“Get that skirt up and show me your pussy.”
I stared down at him and dragged the layers of the skirt up slowly until I had it clutched in my hand at my waist, my lower body completel
y exposed to him, and hidden from everyone else.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Come here.”
A smile warmed on my cheeks. I stepped over him, positioning the juncture of my legs right in front of him, where I was bare and wet.
The railing was cool in my hand when I latched onto it, needing to hold on when Joseph’s tongue licked me. The soft wetness teased, and pleasure made me shudder. His hands were firm on my ass, holding me steady while he fucked me with his mouth.
“God, yes.” I kept my hooded gaze on the crowd below. Could they tell what was happening? I moaned when his tongue swiped hard and fast over my sensitive clit. He knew exactly how to touch and taste me, and yet he never seemed to want to stop learning. Joseph wanted to study my body and push me to new heights.
The tremble began in my legs, shuddering along my high heels. No longer was I shy about what I wanted or needed. My requests for more, verbal and non-verbal, turned him on like nothing else.
Heat swelled like a crescendo, raging hotter until I couldn’t think about anything else but the orgasm he was about to give me.