When Monroe returned to the party, Charlie approached him with a triumphant grin on her lips. Her hands carried two glasses of bourbon and she held one of them out to him.
"I figured you could use a drink," she told him, clearly loving every second of this. She couldn't look much more pleased with herself as she gloated, "Since I know you must be feeling awfully frustrated."
Why did the way she loved to torture him only make him want her more? That definitely must say something about him. Probably nothing good.
He accepted the drink and took a small sip before he told her, "I appreciate the concern, but actually you gave me more than enough material to finish the job myself."
His lips quirked up as he watched her, waiting for her reaction. Her smile faltered for just a moment, then it widened even further as a new idea struck her.
"That's a shame," she commented. "Because that means we have a problem."
Charlie took a step closer to him and peered over his shoulder at where her uncle was standing across the room, facing the opposite direction and engaged in conversation with Blanchard. Her eyes focused back on him and her hand grabbed his that wasn't holding his drink.
He quirked a brow at her as she slowly guided his hand towards her.
"See, that puts you ahead," she explained as she slid their hands under the hem of her dress. She brought his up a little, until his fingers were resting against the fabric of her panties. "And I'm still frustrated."
For a moment he was distracted by the how wet she was and the warmth radiating from underneath and he was right back to square one. Then he remembered where they were and turned his head to try to figure out if Miles was watching them.
Charlie's eyes never left him as she assured him, "His back is to us. He's talking to Blanchard."
Monroe turned his attention back towards her, but she was already pulling his hand out from beneath her dress. She released her hold on him and smoothed her dress out a little, then took a sip from her glass as if nothing had ever happened.
When she had been wriggling her hips around on top of him during the sex show, he had thought it was just an accident. When she'd been so convincing as Blanchard and Miles walked in on them, he'd thought it was all just part of the act. Hell, even when she'd managed to somehow run her hand over him while getting up and had put on a show of licking her lips, he'd been pretty sure she was just messing with him. But now he realized that it was something more. Sure, she was definitely still messing with him, but the difference was that now he knew she wanted this to end the same way he did and that gave him an advantage.
Bass couldn't believe that Miles was completely ignoring what a golden opportunity this was to get over the break up with Rachel. He had never seen Miles acting this disinterested at one of these parties in, well, ever. There was something weird going on and he wasn't sure if it was just because Charlie was there or what, but he was planning on fixing it.
"I'm not letting you leave here without getting laid," he pointed out as he walked up beside his friend. "No more moping over Rachel or trying to behave in front of Charlie. Look around. There are plenty of options ripe for the picking."
Blanchard had certainly paid enough women to be there that he wasn't wrong. Even without counting the ones who had gone off with various men, or were in various states of undress in dark corners of the room, there were more than enough options for Miles to find one he liked.
"I'm not looking for anything," Miles pointed out in an irritated tone.
"Which is exactly why you should go after one of them," Bass countered. "They're paid to be here. Don't try to pretend you don't want to release a little tension, consequence free. I know you. You've been trying so hard to play Mr. Domestic that I think you've even convinced yourself. But I know you better than that."
Miles still looked annoyed as Bass decided to leave him to think it over.
Charlie couldn't believe what she was seeing as Monroe chatted up a dark-haired prostitute. He was leaning into her personal space with a wide grin and Charlie felt a surge of anger as she watched. It only bothered her because he was risking their cover by hitting on the woman. And, alright, maybe because she had made a giant fool of herself by making the mistake of taking the game too far and hitting on him.
He walked over to her with a smug look, despite the fact that he was walking alone.
"Did you just strike out with a prostitute?" She taunted as he sat down beside her.
"No," he told her. "I was just sending her over for Miles because it's clear he's not going to find someone for himself."
"You really think he's just going to go for whatever girl you send over to him?" She challenged, although she wasn't as confident he wouldn't as her words made her sound. She didn't know what Miles was like at these parties or what he might have been doing if she wasn't around and it was seeming more and more like Monroe and Blanchard found his behaviour tonight abnormally tame.
Monroe's judgement was proven right, since by the time Blanchard was dragging them over to the next show, Miles had disappeared down the same hallway that led to Blanchard's office with the woman he had sent over.
Charlie got to sit down next to Monroe instead of on him this time as Blanchard mingled with some other guests and a tall blonde.
"I can't stand this dress," Charlie complained as she sat with her legs pressed against each other for the sake of not having it ride up and get any shorter than it already was. Even then, she had to tug the fabric down to cover her a little more.
Monroe shifted in his seat so that he could take his jacket off, then tossed it over her lap. "There."
It was suspiciously kind behaviour, but Charlie decided not to question it and just be grateful that she could move a little more without having to worry about flashing anything at anyone. She realized very quickly that she should have questioned his motives though as he shifted to sit almost touching her.
Now he was leaning closer and she was so distracted by his hot breath on her neck that she didn't notice his hand slide under the jacket until she felt it. His voice was husky in her ear as he instructed her, "Tell me if you want me to stop."
She probably should have told him to stop right then and there. Regardless of whether the jacket was covering her, it was pretty clear what was going on beneath it as he teased her through her panties. Just as she was about to protest, he brushed the fabric out of the way and slowly slid a finger inside her.
Well, at least Miles wasn't there to see them anymore. Besides, it wasn't like it was the worst thing going on in the room. It was a tight competition between the contortionist doing tricks in front of them, the guys who were unabashedly getting themselves off to her show, and the ones who apparently hadn't been able to make it to another room with the prostitutes of their choice.
A wicked smile formed on Monroe's lips when she didn't tell him to stop. He had thought for sure she would have at least considered it or would be glancing around a little more nervously. Instead she was sitting there, eyes straight ahead and face composed, as she moved her legs a little further apart to grant him better access. It really was a wonder how every time he thought he had figured her out, somehow he ended up underestimating her all over again.
He couldn't even focus on the actual show because he was too busy watching her. She was clearly trying to mask her pleasure, but as he ran his thumb over her clit he saw her jaw clench momentarily. He wanted to see her react, so he did that again. This time her leg twitched a little.
As he plunged a second finger inside of her, her breath hitched so quietly that he might not have noticed if he hadn't been listening for it. He picked up the pace and her composure cracked ever so slightly. The visible rising and falling of her chest as her breathing became heavy was encouragement to him.
Concern for her dignity was slowly fading out of Charlie's mind as she slid forwards in her seat, pressing herself against his hand. Her head fell back against the couch and her eyes clenched shut. He responded by speeding up further and suddenly she was biting down on her lip to hold back a moan.
Monroe knew she was getting close when she started to buck up against his hand. He couldn't have that, so he stopped his movements, then slowly slid his digits out of her.
Charlie's eyes flew open and she looked completely helpless for a moment before she recovered enough to shoot a glare in his direction. He didn't seem at all bothered as he brought his hand out from under the jacket and licked his fingers clean.
She had thought she could get away with playing with him, but there was no way that Monroe was going to allow that. He was quite pleased with his victory at leaving her as frustrated as she had left him.
Charlie had other plans though. She adjusted her dress so that it was covering her again, then shoved his jacket to the side, and rose to her feet.
He was surprised when she grabbed him by the wrist and dragged her after him, heading towards a different hallway than the one Miles had disappeared down.
The first door she stopped at had muffled noises coming from the other side, so Monroe stepped in front of her and took the lead until he found an empty room. There wasn't a bed in it or enough space for much, but at least it wasn't already occupied.
He stepped into the centre of the room and then turned around to face her. She closed the door behind them and then leaned back against him with a smirk on her lips. Lust was visible in her eyes and Monroe couldn't tell if this was still a game or not.
It was completely silent for a moment as they stared at each other, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Then Monroe stepped towards her and the spell was broken as Charlie sprung back to life and wrapped her arms around him.
Their lips met and Charlie fell back against the door again with a loud thud. One of his hands pulled at her leg, so she took the hint and wrapped her legs around him. Her dress slid up to her waist as he pressed further against her, pushing more of her weight against the door.
She angled her chin away from his and huffed out, "Belt."
He shifted his hold on her and stepped back enough that she could reach to unbuckle it. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then shoved those out of the way. As Monroe pushed the fabric of her underwear out of the way, she wrapped her arms under his, grabbing onto his shoulders for support.
"You know, this wasn't the response I was expecting," he told her. In all honesty, he'd been expecting her to just get pissed that he'd held out on her. He certainly had not been expecting her to drag him off to what may as well have been a broom closet for a quick fuck.
He slid inside her slowly, letting her adjust a little before plunging any deeper.
She ignored his comment altogether as she warned him, "I'm finishing this time. With or without you."
"I'll choose with," he grunted out as his hands slid up her legs to land on her thighs.
"Good call," she told him before bringing her mouth back down to meet his.
When Miles returned to the party, the pair he had shown up with was nowhere to be found. He tried to pretend he didn't know the reason they had probably run off as he went to get a drink.
They finally showed up again a drink and a half later, both looking heavily disheveled.
"Your dress is twisted," Monroe muttered, close to Charlie's ear as they approached her uncle.
She looked down and adjusted her outfit so that it sat straight before she looked up at her uncle.
"At a party? Really?" Miles asked his niece. Sure, he had snuck off with a girl not long before she had done the same with Monroe, but he had expected her to behave better than him.
Charlie shrugged and a small smirk tugged at her lips as she insisted, "We were just trying to keep our cover."
The End
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