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"It's lovely to meet you, Sergio." Amelia smiles and takes his outreached hand. He kisses the back of her hand and she grins, then leans into me again. As if reading my sense of possessiveness and discomfort at him touching her she turns to me, stands on her tiptoes, and nuzzles her face into my neck. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer.
"What can I get you to drink, my love?" I ask her.
"Champagne." She whispers sweetly.
With a nod to Sergio, who is still eyeing Amelia, we head towards the bar.
After doing the rounds and greeting those I know, Amelia and I head up to our private booth for the start of the performance.
We have a balcony overlooking the stage and even though we are alone, people can still look back and see us.
Amelia sits close to me, leaning her head against my shoulder.
When the waiter comes in I order us a platter and a bottle of champagne.
We hardly watch the show at all.
We spend the evening with Amelia giggling at their ridiculous outfits, me laughing at her enjoyment and the champagne bubbles blurring the lines between my understanding of whether she is acting or not.
It all feels so real. The way she reaches out to run her hand over my thigh, the way she stares up at me - the only time I can actually sense her discomfort is during the intermission when she kisses me in front of anyone who cares to glance our way, and her body is stiff against mine. The kiss drives me crazy though. It pushes me to the edge and my body is screaming for more.
We return to our seats and the show continues, I order more champagne, and halfway through the second act Amelia is staring at me, her eyes piercing into me.
I freeze, not daring to move because every fiber in my body is screaming for me to kiss her.
Before I can though - she kisses me.
No one is watching.
There is no one to put a show on for.
Not this time.
She leans forward, her hand traces across my chest and then around the back of my neck.
I wrap my hand around her jaw.
Our lips lock and a wildfire ignites through my entire body.
Next thing I know I've wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her onto my lap. Her dress is pushed up around her thighs, the slit drifting higher than it should be.
She rocks her hips against me, her body as heated as mine as she kisses me with force.
My hands are gliding over her body and she isn't doing anything to stop me, but rather, she's digging her fingers into my shoulder and soft moans are drifting from her lips, against mine.
The audience breaks out in applause and the lights begin to brighten in the opera house.
Amelia's eyes, dark chocolate swirling pools, catch mine and she looks as though she's just woken from a dream.
Perhaps a dream fueled by champagne and dim lighting. The perfect setting to lose yourself in.
She quickly climbs off my lap and pulls her dress straight.
I sit staring over the balcony, waiting for my cock to calm down.
I chuckle to myself, unheard over the buzz of the crowds below us. She wasn't faking that. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I don't bother waiting around to say goodbye.
