Chapter 2: Building Tension
As the discussion about politics continued amongst the dining table, C's fingers commenced their ascent and descent along the crisp fabric of B's trousers. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his earlobe, while her breath tickled the sensitive skin just below his ear.
"Do you ever wonder what it would be like to taste the forbidden fruit, B?" she whispered, her voice laced with a husky allure.
The words hung in the air, both a question and a silent invitation.
C's fingers had now ventured further up B's inner thigh, setting his nerves alight with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. B shifted nervously in his seat, clearing his throat in an attempt to maintain some semblance of composure.
He glanced at C's parents, who were fully engrossed in their own conversation, seemingly unaware of the charged interplay unfolding just a few feet away. B's gaze returned to C, whose seductive grin amplified his heartbeat.
Her hand remained firmly planted near his manhood, daringly close to trespassing - yet she held back, an unspoken promise lingering in her tantalizing touch.
"Maybe you should consider it," she whispered, never breaking eye contact, her fingers grazing the fabric of his pants in a slow, sensuous rhythm. The chatter from C's parents and the other guests faded into white noise in the background as a bubble of anticipation formed around them.
B took a deep, measured breath to steady his nerves. "Be careful, C.
Not here, not now," B said, leaning in closer to her, his eyes shining with an unspoken desire. The tension was palpable, and B could feel himself losing control in the presence of the captivating woman.
C grinned slyly, taking B's hand in hers and sliding it onto her thigh. "I was just wondering if you were brave enough to take a chance with me," she whispered, her voice as soft as a summer breeze.
Her words lingered in the air, stirring an irresistible longing in B's chest. In that instant, he realized that the subtle banter and the erotic touch under the dinner table would haunt him long after this night ended.
He shifted his attention back to C's parents who were now engaged with other guests. The tension eased slightly as he removed his hand from C's thigh.
"I don't want this night to end with regret," C bemoaned, looking at him with a wounded expression.
B, hesitant yet curious, was drawn into her orbit. "I believe in taking risks, C, but this isn't the place," he added, patting her hand gently and pulling it back onto her lap.
C seemed to accept his answer for now, but her eyes continued to betray a longing that wouldn't be easy to ignore. As the family began to make their way towards the drawing room for coffee, B couldn't help but steal one last glance at her. Her striking green eyes met his own, sending a jolt of electricity through his body.