The Billionaire's Wife(26)
“Perhaps, Mrs. Lambert, I should finish what I started earlier…” I feel a single finger slide inside me and I’m shocked by just how heightened my senses are. The fear of being caught, the thought of the forbidden, the idea of playing the billionaire wife, it’s all enough to quicken my pulse and leave my pussy soaking wet. I watch Gideon’s face as he turns to the podium feigning interest as the politician we’re here to support takes the stand. I can honestly say that I have no idea who he is or what he wants to achieve because for his entire speech, which lasted exactly one hour and twenty two minutes, I was focusing everything I had on not screaming out Gideon’s name and begging for more.
My pussy was soaking wet when Gideon started to tease me and by the time the speech was over my body ached for his cock between my legs. As the politician stood making his points, Gideon would tease me, bringing me to the edge, my dripping wet pussy sucking at his fingers and begging for release. Then, just as I was about to find that incredible release he would ease his finger out of me and flash me his best smile. There is most certainly something about this man and control. As the politician stepped off the stage with a round of applause another man, quite similar looking in most aspects, took the podium and started in on yet another speech. Gideon looks over to me as the man begins to speak and flashes that knowing smile once again. I feel his fingers sliding towards my pussy once more but knowing that I can’t take anymore I snap my thighs closed jolting his hand upwards so he hit the table. The thud as his knuckles hit the underneath of the table caught the attention of our tablemates and I smile politely, mouthing the word sorry before turning my attention back to the stage. Assuming that I had banged my knee against the table, the rest of our tablemates turn their attention back to the speaker as well. Gideon is the only one not watching the middle aged man on the stage, he is watching me. Even without looking I can tell that he is watching me because I feel his eyes burning in to me. I try not to smile but fail miserably.
For what feels like an eternity I feel Gideon’s eyes boring holes in to me before I look directly at him and give him a wink. He raises an eyebrow at me and as he does I let my hand slide up over his thigh this time. Two can play at this game. I feel his steely gaze crack and a smile picks up one corner of his mouth. Gideon turns his eyes to the stage and we both watch vacantly as the middle aged man prattles on about his opinions. Slowly I slide my hand up his thigh a little more until I come to the growing bulge between them. I can feel his cock straining against his pants and I contemplate for just a moment ‘dropping something’ so I can creep under the table and free his cock from his pants. This move as it turns out is completely unnecessary however, when Gideon repositions himself at the table, sliding one hand underneath the table and with a quick cough to disguise the sound, unzips his pants. Gideon puts his hand back above the table and we both continue watching the podium with glassy eyes.
I let my fingers creep up over the open zipper of his pants and to my surprise I already feel his bare naked flesh. I wasn’t the only one going commando tonight it seemed. With one smooth maneuver I slip his cock out of his pants and slide my hand up to the head of his dick. My finger slides over the tip and I hear Gideon take a sharp breath in as I slide my hand down slowly squeezing his cock as I do. It is at this moment that the middle aged man on stage gestures his hand to our table and a roaring round of applause takes up. All faces turn to Gideon who nods with an embarrassed smile, my hand stills and I feel Gideon’s hand come down under the table and quickly slip his hard cock inside his pants; as the applause still thunders he tugs on his zipper. We both wait in anticipation, unsure as to whether he was being beckoned on stage or just thanked for his contributions. Our question is soon answered when the man begins to speak again. Gideon shoots me a grin and I can’t help but grin right back.
Chapter Fourteen
Speaker after speaker take the stage and the afternoon drags on in to evening. By the time the stage has cleared Gideon is on a mission. Taking my hand in his he pulls me through the throngs of people gathering at the door. Pushing through them he heads for the main stairway which is roped off with this red velvet ropes. I’m hesitant to follow him but at the speed he’s moving, letting go of his hand will land me on my ass so I duck under the velvet rope and let him drag me up the stairs behind him.
“Where are we going?” I whisper as we get to the top of the stairs, “I’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to be up here!” Gideon pays no attention as he drags me down a hallway. I know just what he wants; his cock has been aching since our interrupted session under the table downstairs, and now he wants to finish what I started. We pass a number of doors before Gideon opens one and pulls me inside. He kicks the door closed and drags me to the large four poster bed in the center of the room. He wastes no time pushing me back on to the bed, his lips pressing in to my neck and his hands fumbling with the zipper of his pants. I’ve never seen Gideon Lambert so flustered before.