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had bought seats for a gala dinner. Again, all of the proceeds went to Feed a Child. Curious, I asked how much the seats cost. I immediately regretted it when Gavin said one thousand dollars. He must’ve seen the shock on my face because he released my hand and put his palm on the small of my back, allowing our bodies to move closer together.
    “It’s a great cause and I can afford it,” he murmured. “Besides, I’d pay more than that just to see you in that dress, smiling.”
    I looked up, giving him a weak smile. He didn’t understand. I was a scholarship kid who’d still needed to take out loans to pay for college. For me, the money I made as a paralegal was more than my parents had ever made combined. A lawyer’s salary would make me feel rich. And still, the poor girl from the South who lived inside me couldn’t imagine spending a thousand dollars on a meal, even if it was for charity.
    He led us to our seats and pulled out my chair. I sank into it gratefully. The shoes may have looked great with the dress, but they weren’t the most comfortable things. As he pushed in my seat, an elderly couple approached. Everything about them said old money. I took as deep a breath as I dared and prepared to make small talk.
    Less than a quarter of an hour later, it was clear that I wasn’t going to need to worry about small talk. The eight other people at the table all seemed to know each other and their expressions made it clear that they merely tolerated us. No attempt was made to include me as they discussed politics and economics. Gavin would occasionally throw me glances, as if to ask if I was okay, and I’d just smile.
    By the time our first course had come, I was ignoring the conversation around me and letting my mind wander. Unfortunately, the place it kept wandering to was Gavin, and the things I was thinking were far from appropriate.
    Dropping my fork and crawling under the table to get it. Moving between his legs so I could touch him, unzip his pants, and take him in my mouth right there. Listen to him try to carry on a conversation while my tongue was dancing over his skin. Feel him spill into my mouth.
    I pressed my thighs together, the ache between them growing. A new scenario came into my mind.
    Taking Gavin’s hand and leading him to the bathroom, not caring if people saw us go in. Taking off my soaked panties and sitting on the edge of the sink, waiting for him to sink into me, hot flesh melding together. Each stroke taking me higher and higher. Moaning and calling out his name, hoping that the roomful of stuck-up pricks could hear every sound. Climaxing with a scream.
    “Are you okay?” Gavin asked, the question cutting into my fantasy.
    “Mmhm.” I nodded. I wasn’t sure if that was entirely true, but I couldn’t exactly tell him that I was horny and thinking about all of the ways we could fuck right here. I doubted that would be considered polite dinner conversation.
    I took a long swallow of my champagne. I wanted something stronger. I needed something stronger so I could be brave enough to act on what I wanted. Not that I was going to bend over the table and ask him to fuck me right there, but I just wanted to do something. Something maybe a bit daring.
    I heard Krissy’s voice in my head, everything she’d ever said to me over the years about being myself and letting who I truly was show. I’d told her time and again that I was who I was, that I didn’t try to hide myself, but if these past couple weeks had taught me anything, it was that she was right. I censored myself, making sure I fit into the nice little box of who I was supposed to be. I did like being the “good girl,” but there were times I wanted to be a bit... naughty.
    Before I could lose my nerve, I dropped my hand out of sight. I felt Gavin startle when I put it on his knee. I turned to look at him as I slid my hand higher and higher. The muscles in his thigh jumped as I moved closer to what I wanted. His lips parted and