Married by Mistake (Alphalicious Billionaires 1) - Page 29

He kept a respectful distance and June had high hopes that she’d be able to regain a semblance of her dignity and self-control.

Until the show started. Jaz and Mandy were seated to her left. Brock was to her right.

She thought nothing of the seating arrangement, just the luck of the tickets he passed to her friends in the line earlier. As the show started, she realized that it was no mistake. Everything Brock did was carefully planned.

She went back to suspecting that he even controlled the weather to lead to that steamy shower earlier.

The show was amazing. The stage was incredible, with pools of water and crazy lighting. June hadn’t been to many theatrical productions, but this one looked expensive. The backdrops were detailed, the costumes were amazing. The dancing was beautiful, and the acrobatics were incredible.

She would have been more enthralled and more tuned in, as Jaz and Mandy were, had Brock not taken the opportunity, every time the lights dimmed, to tease her to the point of madness. It wasn’t much. Just a little touch here and there, the rub of his arm against hers, his leg touching hers as he shifted in his seat. The brush of his fingers against her skin was he fidgeted throughout the show. She was sure it was all carefully calculated.

Unfortunately for her, the show didn’t have one of those intermission things, so the onslaught continued unabated. Brock must have had impeccable timing, because, near what must have been the end of the show, he stepped up his game. The lights were dimmed for the dramatic finale.

He was obviously done with trying to be subtle and went in for the kill. His hand landed boldly on her thigh and her eyes flew to his face just in time to watch him do a slow perusal of her body. No, that hand was no mistake. He hadn’t just slipped in his seat and grabbed her leg to steady himself.

His eyes smouldered when they met hers. He flashed her a wicked, private smile, one that nearly melted her panties right off.

June was thankful it was dark. She turned her face away before Brock could see her blush. She gripped his hand and wrapped her fingers around his. She tried to force it away, but he wouldn’t budge. She turned to him again and the raw caveman like desire in his eyes was clear. Her stomach clenched and this time, there was a flood in her panties, not a fire.

Her breath caught as his hand slowly stroked a blazing path up her thigh. He leaned in and let out a sinful groan right by her ear, just for her audible pleasure. A quick glance to the side told her that Jaz and Mandy had no idea what was going on. Their eyes were fixed forward, glued to the stage. They were completely oblivious to the sexual war she was fighting.

Brock’s hand continued blazing a trail up her thigh, brushing under the hem of her dress, using it for cover. He’s smooth. He’s real smooth.

She shifted, trying to lock her legs together, but with his hand already there, it was nearly impossible. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck. “You look exquisite tonight.”

June tried not to shiver. She moved her face, so that she could whisper back. “I’m not drunk. It’s not going to work. We’re already married, so you’re missing the point.”

Brock’s hand tightened on her leg. “I never miss the point.” His breath filled up her ear and caused every single hair on her neck and the backs of her arms to stand on end. She shivered violently. His hand worked its way another couple inches up her leg. It was dangerously close to places he should definitely not be getting close to in a public setting.

In any setting. No matter how much I might want him to.

She swallowed audibly and slowly glanced over at Brock’s lap. She knew he wouldn’t be unaffected by what he was doing, but she was still a little shocked to see the bulge straining in his pants. It looked like his zipper might actually bust open under the pressure. She knew from experience how huge he was. At least, her hand remembered the feeling of him. Her fingers, resting against the side of her leg, began to tingle. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the tightness in Brock’s pants. It had to be painful for him, but his face remained placid, giving nothing away.

He had a very, very good poker face.

Which was how she got into the whole mess in the first place.

Brock’s eyes landed on her chest, where her breasts swelled against the tight strapless dress. She’d opted to go without a bra, but the dress had cups built into it. It was tight, so that it stayed up without any aid, and her breasts spilled over. Not in a slutty way, but with Brock’s stare burning a hole there and doing strange things to her insides, she felt like it revealed far too much. Her pulse began to race so hard she was sure the throbbing of it was evident at her throat.

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