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turns to face me, blocking me from sight with his back.
    “I need to touch that pussy right now,” he growls. “Tell me yes.” The irritation he displayed before is gone now, replaced by sheer lust written all over his face.
    “This is…so wrong,” I manage to say. My whole body is vibrating all over, and I’m clenching uncontrollably. The thought of him fingering me…with people around…it’s insane, it’s wicked. What if we get caught? I’d never be able to see these people again.
    “No one can see you.” Jax leans toward me, and his mouth sucks on my collarbone. I groan from the gentle suction. “In fact, no one’s even paying attention to us. We’re half behind one of the drapes. Trust me, nobody gives a fuck.” His voice gets lower, and I hear him swallow. “I just…I need to taste you. I want to taste that sweet pussy on my fingertips. Please.”
    My hips buck of their own volition at the thought of him touching me down there, my skirt hiked up, his fingers thrusting in me, panties shoved to the side. “Yes,” I find myself saying before I can think about it more.
    His mouth locks on mine again, hard and insistent, and I grip his shoulders and bring him close. When his fingers dance along my hem again, he tugs the fabric up this time, skimming my shaking thighs.
    “My God, you’re so fucking sexy it’s ridiculous,” he says against my mouth.
    No one has ever spoken to me like that before. No one’s made me feel this way. My body feels languid and burning up at the same time.
    His fingers glide above my panties and he flicks my clit, and I cry out against his mouth.
    “Yes,” he says on a deep groan. “Oh fuck, you’re so ready. Open up for me, baby. Let me touch that beautiful pussy.”
    I spread my thighs a little wider and he shoves aside my panties, and then his fingers are stroking my lower lips and I’m pressing against his firm hand. Heat boils in my belly, spreads through my limbs, makes me tremble with need. I feel wild, alive, dirty, wanton. This is so absolutely wrong, and I want it so badly I can’t breathe.
    When one digit presses into my soaking slit, I stiffen a moment, then try to relax and let him in.
    “Oh God, oh God, you’re so unbelievably tight,” he murmurs in awe as he pulls away and looks down at me. His eyes are so hot and hard on mine that I feel almost like he’s actually inside me. His finger pushes into my channel, and I swallow. “So tight and wet. God, you’re gorgeous. You’re gorgeous.” He does some kind of flick with his finger that hits my G-spot, and my body aches. “I want to pull your dress down and take your nipple in my mouth. Taste more of your skin.”
    I want that too, even though it would expose too much. The music pounding in the background, the voices not too far away, the clattering of silverware and glasses around me, it all vibrates beneath my skin and reminds me I’m in public, being fingered by the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, possibly the dirtiest man in existence.
    His thumb moves to rub my clit, and my orgasm starts roaring to the surface. My body tightens.
    “Yes,” he pants. “I fucking want it. You come for me right fucking now, Brooklyn. Soak my fingers and let me taste your sweet come.”
    He continues thrusting that finger in me, his thumb rubbing more insistently on my clit. I’m so close… My head drops back against the wall, and I gasp.
    His mouth clamps on my throat and he bites down—with the small surge of pain on my flesh, that does it for me. I explode on his fingers, gushing all over his expert hands, my body shaking so hard I can hardly stand. He continues, relentless, making my orgasm stretch on and on for what feels like forever.
    “Such a good girl,” Jax breathes as he rains small kisses along my jaw. I reach my hands up to wind my arms around his neck, and he adjusts my panties and tugs down my skirt. “Fuck.” He closes his eyes, and I almost want to come again just seeing the pleasure on