Sorry for any mistakes, I wrote it on my phone
Undercover part 1
Dimitri's back hit the wall, his knees knocked out by the padded chair; Rose followed a moment later, her body plastered against his. Rose gripped the labels of his dress shirt, the satin material so unlike anything he would usually wear. Lips pressed to his, passionate and demanding.
"Ros–" Dimitri's words were cut off by another kiss; the sound swallowed as she pressed him further into the corner. The deep tones of the bass vibrated through the wall and down his spine; his heart picked up pace from the music and the way Rose kissed him. It wasn't how they kissed in public.
Rose broke their kiss; a hand on the back of his head to angle his ear to her lips. "I'm keeping our cover. Play along."
No argument was allowed, her lips returned to his as Rose moulded her body to his. When Rose spun in his arm—still as close as before—Dimitri scanned the room, his head tilted to keep his face in the darkness. Across the room stood the dhampirs they were looking for. A plan was forming in his head before his thoughts stuttered to a stop.
"Rose," Dimitri began, licking his lips as his hands automatically settled low on her waist, "what are you doing?"
She flipped her hair over her bare shoulder, winking at him as her hips rolled. Rose claimed to be keeping their cover, but Dimitri wondered just how far she needed to go to achieve that, but as her ass rubbed the front of his pants he stopped caring. The music shifted in pace, and so did Rose, hips grinding against his in time with the beat. Pinned to the seat while Rose danced in such a way wasn't what they did—if they reached that point usually, Dimitri would take her home to continue so in private.
It was to keep their cover, easily blending in with the numerous other couples doing the same thing. It was just to keep their cover, but Dimitri forgot about why they needed to and focused on Rose as she rolled her body, hips pressed to his. It didn't take long for his body to respond, turned on by her low-cut red top held up by a thin tie around her neck; her leather pants left nothing to the imagination.
Rose felt Dimitri stiffen in his pants, the front tented and straining. With another glance over her shoulder and a sinful smirk, she spun again and straddled his lap. "Keep an eye on the door," she breathed into his ear.
His eyes shifted to hers after a moment, too entranced by her to register her words at first; he nodded, his hands tightening on her waist.
"Don't get distracted," she reminded with another smirk before she continued to move.
Dimitri gasped at the friction. It was no longer a dance but something they shouldn't be doing in public. Rose rolled her hips, grinding down until she felt the rumbles of a moan in Dimitri's chest. He tried to keep his eyes on the door, though each drag over his erection made it harder to keep his eyes from rolling back in pleasure.
"Are they still here?"
The words barely broke through the pleasure. Again, Dimitri forced himself to focus, pulling his eyes from Rose's chest to the door. "They are leaving now."
"Let's go." Rose instantly climbed off his lap as if unaffected by the past five minutes of grinding, leaving Dimitri on the seat, hot and bothered with no chance to do anything about it.