his forehead to mine
“Fuck...”
His cock throbs inside me as he finds his own release, our breath beating between us so hard that I can’t think straight.
How he was able to keep that quiet, I have no idea, but my face hurts from how tight he’d kept his hand over my mouth, my teeth scraping against the inside of my cheeks from his fingers digging into the flesh.
After one more lazy, lingering kiss, he sets me back on my feet, his eyes holding mine, triumph swirling behind them.
I glance back at the hall and Gloria is gone. We managed not to get caught.
Ari picks up my dress. As he pulls it up my body, he presses soft kisses to my skin.
I take the sashes to tie at the back of my neck while he pulls the condom off, ties the end and slips it into his pocket.
“You’ll ruin your pants that way,” I say.
He grins. “It’s worth it.”
Eventually we get ourselves partially presentable, our eyes meeting in the dark space.
“You’ll ruin me,” I mention, truly believing what I said.
Tapping his finger against my chin, he plants a chaste kiss on my lips, speaking against them on a whisper that drives another shiver through me.
“I already have.” Another kiss. “Take your time fixing yourself in the bathroom. I’ll go out and distract your husband until you return.”
Guilt floods me, the pressure of it threatening to snap my bones. If Ari notices, he doesn’t say. He simply winks before walking off, his tux in place, the only hint something happened being the way his hair is disheveled like he just rolled out of bed.
It only makes him sexier.
But then I remember.
“Ari,” I whisper hiss, relieved when he glances back instead of walking away as if he hadn’t heard me.
“My panties. Give them back.”
The corner of his lips curl, his eyes flashing with amusement. “You still owe me for helping you earlier. I’ll keep them as payment.”
I watch him walk off with a liquid strut, his muscular body moving with such casual sophistication that I have to drag in a shuddering breath to remember what we just did.
I take my time leaving the hall to go to the bathroom, and after cleaning up, I fix my dress, makeup and hair.
On as steady steps as I can manage, I try to ignore the ache between my legs as I return to the ballroom to find Ari talking to my husband, his eyes catching mine as a reminder of what we did, but his expression revealing he feels no guilt for it.
“Adeline,” Grant says as his gaze meets mine. “Come, I’d like to introduce you to some of my new investors.”
I accept his hand and step up beside him, doing my best to play the part of the good wife.
The entire time, I’m hyperaware of the devil who stands on the other side of me, the one who is slowly tearing me apart, piece by piece, every time we’re in the same room together.
Adeline
Ari left shortly after what we did. It wasn’t a mad rush for the exit, nothing as obvious as that. But after another hour of mingling with Grant and his friends, Ari made excuses that he had to leave and managed to avoid me while doing so.
I don’t think it was because he intended to actually avoid me. But I was acting jumpy after having sex with him, and he was doing his best not to make the situation worse.
Once he was gone, I calmed down, and after the men grouped off to have their drinks, smoke their cigars and talk business and money, I remembered my duties as the host’s wife.
For the most part, the rest of the night was easy. A few women asked me about the mysterious man talking to Grant, making it clear that they appreciated the view, even when they had husbands of their own. But Ari has that effect.
He’s a dark star among all the glittering ones, the type of person you watch in your peripheral vision because you can never be too sure what he’s thinking.
While other men like to boast and brag, preening like peacocks to show off their pretty feathers, Ari draws you in through his casual indifference, his confidence that doesn’t require the flash of money or mention of success to prove he’s a man worthy of attention.
The party winds down eventually, and after all the guests have left, I ride home with Grant in the limo we hired for the night. He’s