KIER
I leaned against the wall, a smirk on my lips, amused as I watched my wife's eyes dart around, searching for her panties. She must have forgotten I had taken them.
It was mine now, though.
"Looking for something?" I asked, and she turned around, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She could barely look me in the eye.
"What are you looking for?" I asked again, and her blush deepened. She pointed to her middle, silently telling me it was her panties.
I faked a gasp. "Did my wife just lose her panties in a public bathroom?" I pushed off from the wall, moving closer to her. She pointed at her legs, then at me, and then at the air—meaning she took them off, I took them, and must have thrown them somewhere. Now they were lost, and the frustration on her face was palpable.
But I just kept smiling.
"Do you know how embarrassing this is?" I teased. "What if someone finds your panties... and then sniffs them?" As I spoke, her head snapped up in horror, and I nodded, loving the reaction.
"Yes, they can sniff them. And they'll love the scent because it's my wife's scent," I leaned in, though I was getting worked up just thinking about it. The idea of someone else even touching them made me lose control for a moment.
"And then they'll get addicted to that scent... and jerk off all over them," I whispered, pressing my forehead against hers. She shook her head, clearly appalled. Good. Only I get to do that.
Reaching behind me, I retrieved her panties, holding them high above my head, watching her eyes widen in surprise. As she reached for them, I stood tall, keeping them just out of her grasp, my grin widening.
She stood on her toes, trying to reach, but she was too short. Fuck, that was hot.
"Come on, try to take them," I teased. "Or we can go out without you wearing any panties. That would be so sexy, don't you think? I'm tempted."
She shook her head rapidly, her hair flying across her face. I used my other hand to move her out of her face.
She truly looked horrified at the thought of going out without her panties, so she started jumping. But I just moved them higher, switching hands.
Soon, she stopped, clearly exhausted. Then she clasped her hands in a begging gesture, her eyes fluttering, lips pouted. I was tempted—very tempted.
Finally, I placed a hand at the small of her waist, pulling our bodies closer.
Maybe I should take pity on the little one.
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"You just have to bear it. We'll be out of here soon," I muttered as we made our way toward the hall. She shook her head for the third time, her legs twisting as she tried to adjust. I glanced down at her thighs.
She was truly uncomfortable.
I'd been with women who loved going without underwear, especially when we were out and about. But my wife? She was definitely not one of those women.
I'd finally decided not to take pity on her because I really wanted her to strut out here with nothing under her dress, but she was walking like a newborn giraffe—awkward and unsteady.
Before I could say anything else, a voice called out.
"Kier, there you are. We've been looking all over for you. Dinner's about to start," Marcos, one of the charity organizers, said. I turned to him, plastering a smile on my face.
"Apologies for that. The lady over here had something to take care of, and I was just escorting her," I said. He glanced over at Genesis, who gave him a small bow. His brow furrowed, but as he extended his hand to introduce himself, I clasped it firmly.
"Come on, Marcos. Lead the way. My lady's starving," I added, with a slight grin.
Marcos seemed taken aback but nodded, turning around to guide us toward the dinner hall.
A few moments later, we arrived, and the staff showed us to our seats. I pulled out Genesis's chair for her, and she hesitated for. I leaned in close.
"Just sit down, princess. Take a few bites, then we'll leave," I murmured. As I spoke, I felt a gaze on me. Looking up, I caught Keenan's eyes fixed on me, and it only took a moment for me to realize that he was seated right next to my wife.
I wrapped my hand around her neck in a possessive gesture, and Keenan smiled, but quickly looked away.
"Just a few bites, and then we're out," I whispered. She nodded, goosebumps spreading across her skin, and I fought the urge to kiss the birthmark on her neck—something I'd save for later, in the car.
I released her, and she took her seat. I sat to her left, and after a moment, a man stood at the front of the room, his tall frame commanding attention. In his mid-forties, with a neatly trimmed beard and a sharp suit, he cleared his throat.
"Good evening, everyone," he began, his voice strong and warm. "I want to thank you all for being here tonight. Your support is making a difference. Together, we can create real change. Let's enjoy this evening and continue working toward a better future."
He raised his glass for a brief toast, and everyone applauded before settling back into their seats.
I glanced down at my plate, picked up my fork, and cut into the steak. As I turned my head, I noticed Genesis eyeing the utensils for a moment before she hesitantly picked up the knife and fork. She looked at the women around her eating, then brought the knife to her steak, but the way she held it was awkward. It dawned on me—she didn't know how to use them properly.
Without a second thought, I cut my entire steak into small pieces. I glanced at her plate again. She was still fumbling, her cheeks already flushing with embarrassment.
Without saying a word, I quickly slid my plate toward hers and took hers in return. It was swift, smooth—barely noticeable to anyone else. To anyone watching, it looked like just a casual switch between two people who'd done this a thousand times before.
She looked up at me, eyes wide, lips parted in surprise. I didn't meet her gaze, though. I just focused on adjusting my plate, acting as if nothing had happened.
"Eat," I murmured under my breath, eyes still on the steak I'd barely touched.
She blinked, twice, then picked up her fork—no knife this time. She didn't need it. She took a small bite, her shoulders visibly relaxing.
I glanced to the side and saw Keenan still watching. His gaze flicked between Genesis and me, his brows raised in curiosity. I tilted my head slightly, a silent message: Not your business. He seemed to get the hint and looked away. Good.
She ate slowly, carefully, and I counted each bite she took.
Then, without warning, I placed my hand on her bare thigh. She tensed immediately. Without looking at me, she used her left hand to guide my hand between her legs, and when I touched her, I felt the dampness.
She quickly pulled my hand away, still not meeting my eyes. I glanced down, and to my shock, saw the evidence of what had just happened on my fingers.
Shit. Now I understood why she'd been so uncomfortable.
She was dripping with my...
I stood up abruptly, and all eyes turned to me.