Page 122 of The Code of You

"In the supermarket. The way you leaned over the freezer and I fucked you—just with my mind.”

I swallowed and kept walking. He followed. Of course he did. I felt his eyes on my ass.

"Did you have to wear that skirt?” he said through his teeth. "It’s very . . . distracting.”

Heat flooded my cheeks and my pussy was throbbing.

"Then maybe focus on the exhibit,” I hissed back.

"No.” He paused. "I want my hand under your skirt. Right now.” His words dragged over my skin.

I sucked in a breath. "Neo. There are people here.”

His gaze dropped briefly, then came back up to mine. "If I do it now,” he murmured, "you won’t stop me.”

I felt the familiar throb. My body already knew where this was going.

"Will you, Pandora?”

I tried to answer. Nothing came out.

"I’ve imagined it for weeks,” he said quietly. "Having you like this. In public. No one knowing.” He took half a step closer. "In the supermarket it was only simulation. Electrical impulses. But now . . .” His hand rose, hovering just above my thigh. "Now I can actually touch you. Feel your real skin. Make you shake while everyone’s watching and no one knows.”

I blinked. My breath caught. I felt him behind me, so close his words pressed against my skin. But he didn’t move. My body was coiled tight. He didn’t have to touch me. I felt him everywhere anyway. I turned my head slowly, just a few degrees. His eyes were black and full of hunger.

"We’re in public,” I whispered.

"Exactly.” His hand grazed my elbow.

An older couple passed behind us. Neo smiled at them. Then he turned back to me. The hand that had just barely touched me settled at my waist.

"You’re trembling.”

"You’re scaring me.”

"Good,” he murmured. "You should be scared.”

I stepped back. He followed immediately, left no space between our bodies. "Pretend you’re reading the placard.” His voice had dropped. Deeper now. "Look at the chips. Read the numbers. Feel my hand.”

And then his hand slid beneath the fabric, resting between my legs, waiting for my body to give in. I forced myself to look at the glass. At the label. Intel 8086. My pulse roared.

"I need you,” he said. "I can’t wait anymore.”

A screen on the wall flickered, bathing the aisle in shifting blue light. No one looked. Except me.

"You can’t . . .” I broke off.

"I can.” His fingers slid my panties to the side and found my swollen clit. The moment he touched me, heat exploded between my legs. He rubbed in slow circles, each stroke making my pussy clench with need. I could feel myself getting wetter, pulsing under his fingers like a second heartbeat. My body came undone beneath the surface.

A child ran past us. I held my breath. Neo went still. His eyes didn’t follow the child. His gaze stayed on my face.

"You’re shaking,” he murmured. His fingers slid deeper, pushed inside my pussy.

"Neo . . .” My voice was barely a sound.

A woman with a backpack came closer. Neo added a second finger, moved them both in a slow, deliberate rhythm. I bit down on my lip to keep from making noise.

"Smile at her,” he said quietly. "Like everything is normal.”