June – POV
People were around us. Some dancing, some watching, some just too drunk to notice. But we weren't invisible.
And that made it hotter.
Justin's hands slid beneath my skirt, fingers resting on the curve of my ass, no longer trying to stop me. Just… feeling. Like he needed the contact or he'd lose his mind. I rocked forward again, harder this time, dragging a sharp hiss from him.
"You're gonna pay for this," he muttered.
I grinned.
"Promise?"
His hands flexed, his hips twitching under me—desperate to thrust up, but he didn't. He knew the game now. He had to sit still while I moved. And I made it slow torture.
The beat changed—slower, heavier. I matched it, my rhythm syncing with the music. I leaned back, arching just enough that he could see the deep V of my blouse, see the swell of my breasts bouncing softly with every movement.
His eyes snapped down.
I rotated my hips again—deliberate, sensual, wicked.
