Free Forbidden Fantasies by Jodie Griffin Page B

them. She took his hand and let him pull her close.
    “You smell good.” She tucked her head close to his. “And you look sexy as sin in this suit.”
    His laugh rumbled in his chest. “That’s what I was going to say. Well, except the part about the suit. Where the hell did you get that dress? I’m not even sure it’s legal.”
    He danced her to a dark corner, then slid his hands over her ass, playing with the hem of the short silky black dress. Jessica shivered as the material slid against her skin. The heat from his hands made her inch closer to him, practically begging him to touch. Her fantasies took over, making her wish he’d slip his hand underneath the edge of her dress. She wanted him to find her surprise.
    Which he did. “Jesus, Jess. Are those garters?”
    “Mmm-hmm. You like?” she murmured, nuzzling his neck.
    “I love.” Fiddling with the edge of her thigh-high stockings, his hands dipped lower, and he stopped dead as his fingers came into contact with her core, barely covered by a lacy pair of crotchless panties.
    He pulled his head back to look her in the face, and this put his groin flush up against her. There was not a shred of doubt in her mind that he was heavily aroused. But he was also stunned, if the comical look on his face was anything to go by.
    “Someone’s been shopping.”
    “Yup.”
    Alex laughed then, wicked and low. “God, I love you.” He pulled her close, and they danced together for several songs, moving around the small wooden floor until they were back near their table.
    Alex held her chair out for her. “Ready for dessert?”
    “Not sure I can eat another bite, but I’ll have some coffee.”
    After the waiter brought his chocolate mousse and her coffee, they sat close together, watching the dancing and listening to the music. Alex seemed content, calmer and happier than she’d seen him in a long time. She relaxed against him, and he held her tightly, an indulgent smile on his face as they watched a couple in their eighties dancing close together.
    A movement at the table across from them caught her attention, and she turned her head. She blinked twice to clear her vision, but the scene stayed the same. The table was isolated, tucked into an alcove where the occupants wouldn’t be disturbed, and lit only by candlelight. She watched for a few minutes, her heart speeding up and her breath beginning to hitch.
    “Oh,” she sighed, but it was enough to catch Alex’s notice.
    He bent his head toward her. “You okay, babe?”
    “Look,” she said softly, inclining her head just slightly.
    Alex’s eyes followed her direction, and she felt him jerk in surprise. “Christ.”
    She’d never been a voyeur to anyone’s sexual encounter before, and she was shocked at how arousing it was. It wasn’t just any encounter, though. It seemed brought to life by her fantasies. Most of it was out of her view, hidden by the long white tablecloth that covered the round table, but there wasn’t a damn thing wrong with her imagination. Or her eyesight, even in the dim candlelight.
    There were three occupants of the table, two men and a woman. She sat between them, and each of them had his mouth on her in some way. The man on her left was kissing her mouth, and the one on the right had his lips at her bare shoulder.
    A flood of moisture pooled between Jess’s thighs when the men pulled back, switching tasks. Now the man on her right was kissing her mouth, and the man on the left was— Oh, my. He slid the thin strap of her dress low, baring the top of one creamy breast.
    “Jesus.” Alex shifted in his chair. “I don’t know if we should keep watching or if I should arrest them.” But instead of turning his gaze away, he slipped the fingers of one hand off her shoulder onto her back, and then inside the straps of her dress, letting his fingers graze the side of her breast.
    Damn , that felt good. When she didn’t stop him, he moved his hand again and ran his fingers over her