Page 88 of Miss Trust

“If you don’t want to go in, then I’ll tell the driver to return us to the hotel.”

My initial flight response had eased, but I was still tempted. Yet he’d said events like this were necessary. “We can go. I guess I just needed my moment. Sorry.”

He smiled, stroking my face. “Don’t be sorry.”

Gah, this sweet side of Chance would be my undoing. So instead of panicking about the red carpet, I was back to worrying about how to safeguard my heart.

“What are you doing?”

His hand had creeped up my slit and was currently heading toward my very underwear-less pussy. Although we were still driving, I looked out the windows as if expecting someone to be able to see in.

“Relaxing you. You didn’t think you’d get away with going commando and me not finger-fucking you at some point tonight, did you?”

I was about to protest, but instead I heard myself make a mewl of pleasure when his fingers found my heat. He wasted no time zeroing in on my clit. I shifted, allowing him better access, gasping when he plunged two fingers deep inside of me, curling up to a spot which had me gripping his shoulders. I needed release. My mind completely let go of the party, my anxiety, and the fact my legs were shamelessly spread for him to do whatever he wanted to me in the back of the limo.

My orgasm washed over me with force. When my eyes opened, it was to the vision of Chance sucking on his fingers, intimately tasting the evidence of my climax. “Relaxed?”

“Mm. Definitely. But now how will we get out of the car given your, uh, situation?” My gaze settled on his impressive erection, and I felt suddenly inspired to do something I’d never initiated. But it turned out there was no time.

He shifted. “Give me about sixty seconds. You ready?”

Nope. But I wanted to be at the party with him tonight. I wanted to be the sophisticated, sexy woman on his arm. “I’m ready.”

I straightened my dress, trying not to wince at the fact I was now wet between my legs. I’d have to find a ladies’ room to take care of it later. For now, we were exiting the vehicle. Chance took my hand, subtly rubbing his thumb along my wrist as a reminder of our connection.

He leaned down before the start of the red carpet, whispering in my ear. “I have you.”

I smiled, whispering back, “I have you too.”