Free Unraveled (Undone) by Jennifer Dawson

his mouth over mine and strokes a finger over my cheek. “Trust me.”
    “I do,” I say, because I trust him to do right by me. I just don’t trust him to do right by himself. I wind my arms around his neck and pull him close, so nobody can overhear what we’re saying. “But all I need, is you. I don’t need this to be happy. I’m already happy.”
    He squeezes me tight and whispers back, “I know you are, Jilly. You’ve been working so hard at school and you’ve been such a good girl. I want you to have this.”
    When I start to protest, he takes my hand and presses my open palm to his hard cock. “Does it feel like I don’t want this?”
    I curl my hand over his erection. “No.”
    “Trust me.” He takes my hand and puts it around my back. “We have one hour and the only reason I’m allowing this is because it’s a closed, private party with limited people. So enjoy it now. You may not get the opportunity again.”
    My lashes flutter open and I take in the gathering crowd behind me, some of them I know from other events, some of them I don’t. But if Brandon has them here, I know they are safe. Leo is giving this to me, it’s his present, and he sounds sure. It’s only right to surrender to his will. I nod. “Okay.”
    His teeth scrape over the line of my jaw. “Give them a show. Make them want you.”
    Then he stands back, and assesses me like I’m up for auction. All my trepidation fades away and a new type of nervousness takes its place. Filled with anticipation and excitement. Before Leo, I never understood how that was possible, to be simultaneously scared and turned on, but I’ve learned it’s a powerful cocktail.
    He taps my legs. “Open.”
    I comply. While my dress looks like pure latex, the skirt is pleated and loose, made from a stretchy material that allows maximum give.
    Leo gives me a hard-eyed stare that makes me shiver with lust. He looks at my splayed thighs. “More.”
    My legs open obscenely wide and I can feel the air brush against my wet, slick, wanting folds. I can already feel the beginning of that special place I go to where I no longer fight. That switch being flipped in my head that makes me up for anything.
    It’s when the Jillian I am to the outside world slips away, and the Jillian that belongs only to Leo takes her place.
    He’s still not satisfied. He grips my thighs and presses them farther apart until my muscles strain. I suck in my breath as my dress slides indecently up my legs, the fabric bunching at my hips.
    I gulp. This is happening. This is real. It’s not a dream I’m talking about and exploring on my couch while Leo plays over my clit, but real.
    Behind him, I see people stopping to watch, enjoying the show.
    My body clenches.
    Leo smiles, and then turns to a guy standing next to him. “What do you think?”
    The guy is handsome, blond and tall, dressed in a business suit. He steps closer to me, close enough to see the gold shards in his brown eyes.
    “No touching,” Leo says.
    The guy nods, puts his hands behind his back and starts to circle me.
    I glance at Leo and his dark eyes are hot and hungry on mine, he nods.
    I shiver, my brain caught in a suspended place between living my fantasy and uncertainty.
    The guy comes to stand in front of me again. I give him a brilliant smile and he chuckles. “Having fun, girl?”
    Am I? I lick my lips. “Yes.”
    He shifts his attention to Leo. “She’s quite beautiful. But it seems like she’s missing something.”
    “I agree,” Leo says and steps back up. “I know just the thing.”
    Right in front of the stranger, he slides his fingers deep inside me, and I gasp at the sudden, forceful shock of his entry. When he pulls away, his fingers are slick with my wetness. He paints my lips with the evidence of my desire, the undeniable proof that I’m exactly this kind of girl. He does it again, his thumb on my clit. I pulse in his hand on a stuttery gasp.
    He retreats, and once again paints my lips so my