Horny for Silver, but terrified.

The door was locked, but did that truly protect us from getting caught?

People would look for her. She was the star of the show. And me? She'd all but declared me her favorite person and put me in the spotlight with her. We'd be in demand tonight, and if we went missing for an extended period of time...

"You're overthinking it," said Silver, still sliding her finger over her wet pussy, taunting me.

"Of course I'm overthinking it," I said, licking my lips, yearning for the taste of her. "It's extremely risky."

She nodded, but didn't stop stroking herself. "Very much so."

"More than anything we've done so far." Flashes of all our other encounters swirled through me. Her masturbation session, the touches in the closet, the blackout night of pure bliss.

And then there was the original night, the one that got us here in the first place.

I shuddered, rehashing it all. We were so entwined, so enveloped in one another, and there was no possibility of untangling ourselves unless one of us left.

But I couldn't move. Her finger movements captivated me, and I worried if I looked away, I'd wake up. Or she'd change her mind. And no matter how perilous this was...I didn't want her to change her mind.

I wanted her.

One last flick of her finger and she quit, wincing at me. "Fuck." She swept a hand over her face and blew out a breath. "You're right, of course. Of course. Doing it here, exposing myself here, without your consent—"

"Uh, no one said I didn't consent." I chewed on my lower lip, still unable to glance at anything but her cunt. "I just said we shouldn't do it."

"Shouldn't." Silver's eyes narrowed, and she set her drenched fingertips on her thigh, merely an inch from her arousal. "But want to? Is that what you're saying?"

I let my chin drop as I broke the visual connection with her center, at last. It was too much, watching her touch herself yet again in front of me. I had to plant my feet in the ground so I wouldn't succumb to her.

Oh, how badly I craved it, craved her. It hadn't even been a full week since the last time we were naked together, and I needed her again. It was an urgent need, a painful one, and she'd only made it worse by showing me she had that same need.

"How could I not want to?" I gestured at her spread thighs, gritting my teeth to not let out a wail of yearning. Music still thrummed beyond the storage room's walls, but I couldn't put us in any further danger of discovery. "Look at you. Fancy pants that unfasten at the seam between your legs—fuck, that's hot. And you drawing me in here..."

"Inappropriate," she said, hanging her head.

"Sexy as hell," I said, taking a step forward, within reach of her. I put my finger under her chin, lifting it up. "Incredibly risky and stupid as fuck but...sexy. Steamy."

Her lips drew into the most sensual, alluring smirk she'd ever offered me. Any trace of guilt at what she'd done was gone, replaced by her growing lust. "So, you still want to do this here?"

She took my hand, pulling me closer, between her thighs. I felt the heat of her desire against my dress, swarming up underneath it, making my legs quake.

"Well..." I twisted my upper half to peer at the door. "Could we get caught? Realistically speaking."

She grasped my face and turned it back to her. I smelled her delicious scent on her fingertips and fought the urge to shove them into my mouth.

"I'll admit it's not one hundred percent impossible," she said with a shrug, tracing circles over the top of my hand that she'd set on her thigh. "But the door is locked, and properly so, right?"

"Right." I gulped as she started to nudge my hand closer to her entrance.

"We'll have to be quiet." She leaned forward, her lips hovering so close, tempting. "And make sure to time our exits so we're not suspicious."

As her lips tickled mine, I knew it was too late. We'd gone too far. If I walked away now, she'd never forgive it, and I'd never forgive myself.

To fuck her here, in a darkened storage room, near the store where hundreds of people danced...how torrid was that? The sense of forbidden, of danger; it triggered all my senses and turned me on more than I'd have expected it to.

When she'd texted me to join her here, I'd known this would happen. But I thought I'd resist.

And yet the reality of it, the sensations such actions would cause, were so much better than my imagination. There was no way to resist.

"Eden," said Silver, her tongue trailing over my lips in such languorous motions that I nearly took her tongue in my mouth to suck on it, entwine it with mine.

It was so bad, so tempting. Shivers fired up my spine, pushing me closer to her, breasts to breasts, my mouth pressed to hers. Resisting her was futile, and made more difficult now knowing we both had feelings.

Feelings. She had them too, or so she'd implied. Mine boiled up inside me, rendering all my promises to myself completely useless. Void. Postponed until we got our fill.

"If we're quick and quiet," I said, detaching my lips from hers, leaving her demanding more. "In that case..."

I brushed my fingers over her lips, admiring their plump perfection. And when she was about to moan, to beg me to kiss her, I did. I absorbed her, drank in her lips and tongue and every piece of her.

She became a part of me, and as Lyla sang into the microphone in the background, I sang on the inside.

Silver Bell. Such a delectable, taboo woman, with curves of the gods and a deviance the likes of the devil himself. She was all talk but followed through on her words. A queen of seduction, a master of sex.

She put my hand right over her pussy, and the hot wetness that coated my skin immediately made me moan into her mouth.

"God, Silver. How the fuck did you get so wet so fast?" I refrained from digging into her folds in too much haste, wanting to savor the sensation first, to anticipate the soaked inner lips that awaited my touch.

"I was thinking of you," she said, bringing kisses down to my neck. Every flutter of her lips made my legs shake. "Thinking of what you'd do when you showed up. How you'd react to my," she arched her spine, pushing herself deeper into my palm, "eagerness."

"Hmm," I hummed, unable to repel my urge any longer. I slipped one finger into her moisture, and my entire body overheated. "Fuck, Silver. So amazingly wet."

"Eden," she purred, cupping my ass, massaging it. "Is it me, or are you getting comfortable with the dirty talk?"

I trailed my fingertip between her folds, slowly, watching as she tipped her head back and emitted a breathless yelp. She wouldn't be loud, but fuck, how I craved to hear her scream for me.

"I had a fantastic teacher," I said, lowering to my knees, pushing her legs further apart. The buttons she'd undone framed her pussy perfectly, as if circling it so I'd know where to concentrate all my efforts.

Well, it wouldn't take much effort to indulge in her.

I kept my finger in a steady rhythm, toying with her, getting nice and damp. Then I stuck my finger in my mouth, let out a low groan at the wonderful flavor, and approached my tongue to her arousal.

Once I crept into her center, I started to doubt whether we'd be able to stay quiet. My tongue flicking at her clit had her legs trembling, her climax begging to be released. She clapped a hand to her mouth as I accelerated, holding her against the desk, which made the desk shake, too.

With every lap of her, I wanted more. I was insatiable. And the more I remembered all the risks we took, how many people might try to open that door, might be standing by it when we exited...the more I hurried to make her come. The more intense I wanted her explosion to be.

Because for all we knew, it might be our last time.

She came, shudders and muffled screams and all. And before I had a chance to give her another orgasm, she pushed me away with her legs and stood up.

"My turn," she said, directing me towards the chair on the other side of the desk.

"Oh, really?" I splayed a hand over my chest, batting my lashes innocently as I passed my tongue over my lips. Her essence lingered, making me want more.

I expected her to make me sit on the edge of the chair and spread my legs. But to my surprise, she sat, and bade me come forward to stand before her.

"You did say to be quick. So it's my turn." She glided her hand under my dress, shoving it upward to reveal my thighs, then my lacy underwear. "Hmm, because I've been picturing what you were wearing underneath this thing all night."

She moved around to squeeze my ass a few times, before asking that I heft my leg up onto the chair's armrest. Thankfully, I was flexible enough to make that work. But I'd have lain on the dusty floor if she'd asked. I'd do anything for Silver, to feel her mouth on my arousal.

"And that dirty talk," she began to slide my underwear to the side, "fuck, it was perfect, Eden."

I shivered as her fingers grazed my dampened lower lips. "I'm glad you liked it."

"Liked it?" She secured the dress so it'd remain up and out of the way, then used one hand to keep my underwear aside as she accessed my center. "Hmm, I loved it." She let out a trembling breath, her eyes focused on the glistening space between my parted legs. "And clearly, so did you."

I didn't need her to tell me how wet I was. I'd sensed the moisture gathering the moment I entered the storage room and found her waiting for me. The moment our gazes had met, and I'd understood what she wanted, needed.

Then when she unfastened her pants—

"Ohhhh," I let out, before covering my mouth to block the sound. She'd started rubbing my clit, not wasting time to build me up. No, she wanted my orgasm, and she wanted it now.

If she kept doing that, I wouldn't last long, and she'd get her wish.

She titillated a little, tickled a little, then finally brought her mouth closer and whipped out her expert tongue. I wasn't sure how my legs still held me up, how I didn't crumble on top of her. Every flick, every suckle had me desperate to yell out how fucking good she made me feel.

I massaged my breast with one hand and dove the fingers of my other into her hair, not caring that I'd mess up her style. She didn't seem to mind, didn't quit what she was doing. I was all that mattered in that moment; me, and my dripping desire for her that she couldn't get enough of.

Steam coated my neck, heating up my cheeks. My climax came so fast, I reeled from the after-shocks as she kept going, kept nudging me towards another explosion. It felt selfish to not tell her to stop, but I wanted this, wanted her. I longed for her tongue and fingers over every inch of me.

After my second—third? Fourth? I'd lost track—climax, she pulled away and helped me lower my leg. I was shaking so badly I could hardly stand straight, let alone stand at all.

She dabbed at her mouth, and grabbed her purse from the floor, fetching her compact and lipstick.

"Shit," she said, prompting me to flip to her with a worried frown.

"What's wrong?" I cursed myself. Many things were wrong, one of them being that we'd fucked around in the storage closet during her grand opening.

I found my clutch on the ground by the door, where I'd left it. According to my compact mirror, I needed a lipstick retouch and a quick dab of powder to fix the sheen on my forehead.

Before I could make the fixes myself, however, Silver got up and took my powder from me. "Nothing," she said, smiling at me. "Shit, as in, shit, that was excellent."

I let her press a puff or two of powder at my hairline, then she snagged my lipstick and expertly reapplied it for me, all the while gazing at me longingly. Like a puppy dog eager for pets and a bone; a kitten wanting to curl up in my lap.

Oh, those were feelings, all right. Not the lust I'd gotten used to seeing in her gaze, but something more.

It was frightening, and yet...I couldn't quit sinking into her, couldn't quit admiring her, yearning for her.

Maybe she saw the same lustrous look in my eyes.

"I'll leave first and go distract everyone." She stashed my goods in my clutch and handed it to me. "The band sounds like it's still going strong, but it'll have to take a break soon."

"And me?" I swallowed, a brutal return to reality.

We'd had our fun, and now consequences awaited. To escape detection tonight, we'd need some kind of miracle.

"Wait for my signal," she said, striding to the door, unlocking it. "I have to make another speech, to thank some benefactors. So I'll say..." She paused, her hand still on the doorknob. "Gowns galore. When you hear that, it means you can come out."

I opened my mouth to question her—gowns galore? How was that supposed to be part of her speech?—but before I located my voice and woke my vocal cords, she was gone. I was alone in the storage room, wondering what the fuck had just happened.