help me decide.
Reading my mind makes him smile. Go for it, Dria. But leave the employees be. Tommy’s already half in love with you, I suspect. You might want to try soothing them from their embarrassment afterward as well.
You’re right on all counts. I uncross my legs, allowing my thighs to squeeze together a bit before I ease them flat on the chair. I need your help though.
My husband’s look becomes naked with heat. I take a brief moment to scan the room to reassure myself no one watches, including the sharp-eyed Liam. All clear. They’re excited, on the edge of full-blown arousal, and not questioning why. Pushing outward again, I allow my arousal to enter their minds. Men’s hands reach down to adjust themselves. Women’s faces become flushed with excitement.
Creating a barrier in their minds, I skillfully weave a protective circle around my chair. They will look everywhere except at me. I may be a bit of an exhibitionist but everything has a time and place. Focusing again with my mind brings Rafe back into view. His mouth appears full and wet, as though he has licked his lips.
Dria, I want you to open your legs just a bit. I comply. Oh, my love, I can smell you. You need me, don’t you?
My plea is silent but he hears it. I open my legs while gripping the arms of the chair to keep my hands from plunging into the side slit of my dress to explore my inner folds.
Relax into the chair. Rest your head back and close your eyes. That’s it, love. Do you feel my finger on you?
Through our union, my husband has gained a portion of my powers enabling me to feel his finger at my center of being. Right where I need it most.
Yes, yes! Harder.
Mmmm, you feel so wet and hot. I know the spot you need it most… let me ease you…
The build-up and blood exposure from earlier have left me incredibly responsive. I knew it would be a fast one, but I hadn’t anticipated how fast.
My head slams back against the chair while I crash over the peak of sensation. I want you inside me!
Rafe complies and I feel his thick fingers push into my wet sheath, prolonging my release. I share the continuing waves of pleasure with the guests in the room. Instantly, I hear the party of five crest with me. I convulse around the imaginary fingers, shuddering with the last of my climax.
The guests weren’t aware this could happen and their responses are loud.
“Oh God!”
“Ahhh.”
“Yes!”
The surprised cries reaching my ears sound full of intensity. Hips jerk forward in response while some of their knees give way. My silent moans are conveyed through my mate bond, which also enables me to feel the rigidity of Rafe’s need as well.
Your pleasure is so hot, liebling. I feel like I’m going to scream with my own need. Come find me and make it soon… His face twists with his longing when he gently closes the link between us.
Never fear… I’ll not leave you hanging.
Even though he’s closed the link, I know my thoughts can get through when I try. The closing is more like a sheer curtain for privacy than an all-out solid door.
I raise my head, while pulling the protective circle away, to see women clinging to the person standing closest to them, while the men reach out a hand to steady themselves on the front desk or a nearby piece of furniture. Thankfully, no one loses balance or falls. That’s always much harder to explain away.
Having been the ringmaster to this little circus of pleasure, I regain my composure first, set about easing my guest’s minds of embarrassment while infusing them with contentment.
As I rise, Tommy meets my eyes over the heads of our guests and smiles. He knows something, but he’s not sure what he knows. I’m able to pinpoint who in a room enjoys an illusion, so he’s never had such an experience with my powers. Tommy’s participation in our world is closely limited by me, for his protection, which means he’s not quite sure of all I can do.
I walk over to the front desk, waiting for our guests to slowly come back to the present.
They all have soft expressions on their faces. None of them have realized yet that they have each shared the same physical experience. The most common reaction is to think it’s just oneself, or to think he or she imagined it all.