The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Beneath The Table

At first, I thought it was a mistake, but when he lingered, I realized it was not. Stiffly, I turned my neck, eyeing him, but he kept his focus on the projection.

What is he doing?

I remained silent, not knowing what to do, tensing when his hand stroked up and down, gently.

I cleared my throat, adjusting in my seat, not drawing too much attention but enough to show I was fully aware of what he was doing. But my action only made it worse for me. His hand slipped beneath my skirt.

I tried my best to focus, but it felt like I was having a war with myself. His hand was big and cold, feeling like ice had been dropped right on my thigh.

I should have stopped him, but I didn’t. I had no idea why I kept my hands rooted at my sides. I had all the power to slap his hand away and tell him to go fuck himself, but here I was yielding to whatever the heck was going on.

Ares threw a question at Theo, speaking with authority, calm and collected, while his strokes got bolder. I almost jumped out of my chair when his hand went deeper.

I shivered heavily, trying to breathe through my nose and not make a sound. For a moment, I flickered my eyes to Ares’ side profile, but he didn’t acknowledge me.

I forced my gaze ahead, trying to concentrate and pretend that he didn’t exist, but it only got far too impossible when his finger played with my lace thigh garter.

I gulped when it ran through smoothly, and when he paused for a minute, his hand drove closer to my heat.

I gripped the ends of the seat like my life depended on it, eyes flashing to him once again.

How could he look so calm?

Ares spoke to Theo again, fluent and composed, while his hand neared my—! I closed my legs, trapping his hand there, and my chair shifted, creating a noise.

Thank God, the presentation video was now playing.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"We’re in public, as stated in the contract there are no restrictions on physical touch."

"O-Okay, but this is inappropriate."

"Then why haven’t you taken my hand off?" His cold blue eyes locked on me.

My lips came apart as the words to say hung in my throat. His eyes dipped slowly to my nose, lips, and my chest, observing as it rose and fell. He looked fascinated.

Tilting his hand, my legs came apart, and I gulped.

"Ares."

"Shhh..." He veered his eyes back to the video. "Concentrate, I expect a recount after this."

What?

My body tightened when his fingers grazed my panties. He’s not going to... But I was proved wrong when he pushed the lace aside and caressed my folds.

I chewed the inside of my mouth, heart pounding in my chest, knowing he felt how wet I was. Oh no!

Ares smiled, too wide, too genuine, which made dimples I didn’t know he had carved into his cheek.

I rasped when he freed that area, bringing his fingers to his nose and taking a whiff, eyes closing.

I almost tripped off my chair when he rubbed those same fingers on his lips and licked.

Oh my—!

Our eyes connected, and for the first time since I had known Ares, there was a flicker of desire merging beautifully with those blue hues.

But as quickly as it came, it was gone, like I had imagined it. Was anything even real at this point?

We were acting right now, right?

"So, Mr. King, was I able to convince you?"

Damn!

"Are you saying that because your friend has a way with words?"

Did he hear that?

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