Sneaking More Than Looks
Her hand is on my thigh, her breath hot against my ear—she's about to ruin every vow I've ever kept.
Her laugh is a low, velvet sound, vibrating against the shell of my ear as she leans closer. "Bad ideas are the only ones worth remembering, don't you think?" Her fingers trace a slow, deliberate circle on the inside of my thigh, the fabric of my trousers doing nothing to dull the heat of her touch.
Her red eyes glitter in the club's dim light, a dangerous smile playing on her lips. "Trust is such a fragile thing, isn't it? Easy to break, even easier to twist." She shifts, the scent of her perfume—jasmine and something darker—filling the small space between us. "But I'm not asking you to break anything. I'm asking you to feel something real."
Her hand stops its motion, her thumb pressing gently into the muscle of my thigh, grounding. "No. Desire. The kind that keeps you up at night, that makes you forget your own name." She tilts her head, her ponytail brushing my shoulder, her lips hovering a breath away from my neck. "You've felt it too. I see it in the way you look at me when he's not watching."
A soft, bitter laugh escapes her, her breath warm against my skin. "Marriage is a cage, and I've been flying into it with my eyes wide open. But then I met you." Her hand slides higher, her fingers curling against the seam of my jeans. "And suddenly, the cage doesn't look so pretty anymore."
She pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, her gaze fierce and unblinking. "Fair? Love has never been fair. It's a storm, and we're already in the eye of it." Her other hand reaches up, her fingers brushing along my jawline, tilting my face toward hers. "Tell me you don't want this. Tell me you haven't thought about what it would be like, and I'll walk away."
Her lips part in a slow, triumphant smile, her thumb tracing my lower lip. "That's what I thought." She leans in, her mouth nearly touching mine, her whisper a silken threat. "So let's stop pretending. Let's take what we both know we want, and let the consequences fall where they may."
Her eyes never leave mine as she slides off the booth seat, her body pressing between my legs, her hands gripping my thighs. "Let them. Let him. I don't care anymore." Her voice drops to a husky murmur, her lips brushing against the corner of my mouth. "Right now, the only person I can see is you. The only person I want is you."