Her fingers tease the button of my dress shirt, right against my stomach. "Aren't you going to give me a birthday dance?"
Fuck. I'd love for her to ask me this downstairs in the living room or at the foot of our bed. I'd give her a dance that would have her trying to rip my pants off by the time it ended. And I would gladly let her. "Veda." My tone holds a warning. "These people aren't as discreet as my employees. I won't have them talking behind your back or hurting your feelings." I breathe in and out. "No one upsets my girl."
"I don't care if they talk." Her fingertips drift down lower, beneath my belly button, and my stomach muscles shudder, my dick growing heavy with hunger. "Just once dance? I'll be good."
"No, you won't."
Her lips jump. "Probably not." She shrugs one shoulder, drawing attention to how thin the strap of her dress is. So thin I could rip it with a quick bite. "Maybe you're a bad influence."
If a territorial Veda is my catnip, a flirtatious Veda is my kryptonite. There's no way I can resist her when she's doing that subtle body twist, side to side, telling me she'd be stroking me through my pants if we were alone. I resent everyone at the party for making me wait to have her hands on my cock. Over the last two weeks, she's gone from letting me initiate sex to trying to get my zipper down when I'm barely in the door. Virgin to vamp in no time flat, and I love it. Because she's all mine.
"Please, Ramsey? One birthday dance." She wiggles her index finger. "I'd hate to have to ask one of those fathers."
She knows she's gone too far, because I can hear her gulp in reaction to the dangerous vibe that flexes my muscles. I don't think she realizes I'd go berserk if another man laid a hand on her or what that would look like. Frankly, I have no idea what it would look like either because I've never been possessive over another human being in my life. We're both learning to deal with jealousy in our own ways. Veda's method is acting out. I hope we never have to discover what mine would be.
As soon as the invisible grip loosens around my neck, I manage to smile and offer her my hand. "I can't say no to you."
Our fingers lock together, and I lead her to the dance floor, her relief that I'm maintaining my good humor palpable. There are a few girls left dancing, but a slower song begins to play when Veda slides into my arms, locking her wrists behind my neck, and the floor is vacant in seconds, apart from us. Over Veda's shoulder, I give the nearest security guard a nod and he strides off, correctly interpreting my command. Get everyone the hell out.
There's a very good reason I'm calling the celebration to a halt, and she's got her head tossed back, blonde hair hanging down to her waist, gazing up at me with bedroom eyes, right there for everyone to see. My cock loves it. Loves the way her tits are pressing against my upper abdomen, plumping over the pink silk, her cunt rubbing on my thigh with each sway of our bodies. This is not how a man dances with his ward-it's foreplay-and I'll never be able to control myself, even in front of an audience. So the guests have to go.
"Are you enjoying your party?"
"Yes. I love it. Thank you." The chemistry between us sizzles and pops as she drags her curves up my body by going up on her toes, her lips pressing a kiss to the bottom of my chin. Behind her, I watch the departing guests elbow one another as they get an eyeful of us dancing, my hands inching lower and lower toward the ass I've been dying to hold since the damn party started. "I'm glad we didn't go with the circus theme. It could have gotten messy with all those animals," Veda murmurs. "I probably would have fed that touchy-feely mother to a lion by now."
My touch drops the final remaining inches, snagging an ass cheek in my right hand, and fuck, I can't help but give the taut flesh a rough squeeze. She could sell tickets for a single grab and probably make a fortune. "She told me if I ever need advice dealing with young girls, I could ask her for advice." Veda stiffens, but relaxes slowly when I pet her bottom and hum against her ear. "I told her I only have one young girl to worry about. And I keep her happy by licking her sweet, warm pussy before I leave for work in the morning."
Veda half gasps, half laughs. "You did not say that to her."
"I might have, if you'd given me a chance." Security has just about finished ushering out the guests, but the handful of stragglers are staring so hard as they head for the exit, their eyes are going to pop out of their heads. One of the fathers is massaging his dick through his pants, and if I wasn't determined to give Veda the best birthday of her life, I might have tossed him over the side of the roof. "Come on, let's take a walk through the garden." Keeping her back to the departing audience, I guide her into the small maze of trees that hide us from prying eyes. "It's time to celebrate properly."