Forbidden Love

“She’s not my fiancé,” I said in a stern voice.

“Yet,” Ari added.

Cocksucker.

Angry, I subtly quickened my pace, rubbing my fingers in a circular motion against her clit. Pepper gripped the champagne flute as I felt her ever so subtly begin to tremble. Her legs squeezed my hand, locking it in place for the briefest of moments before relaxing.

I released my hand and used it to adjust myself under the tablecloth as Pepper gathered her composure.

“Connor, that was rude,” Lourde said, taking the bait like I knew she would.

“Your right, sis, that was pretty rude. I should probably say goodbye to Francesca,” I said, excusing myself from the table.

“Enjoy your goodnight kiss.” Magnus grinned.

“Might get more than a kiss,” I said, tossing Magnus a wink. Both Olivia and Evelyn shook their heads in mock disgust.

“Connor, gross!” Lourde let out in a groan, and the table erupted into laughter.

Francesca was the perfect ruse. And now I had the perfect reason to escape.

I lowered my mouth to Pepper’s ear.

“Penthouse now.”