Yes

The nobleman’s breath hitched. His cock strained against the confines of his clothing, fully erect now under her hand. Riva squeezed the base, then slid her fingers upward again, tracing the ridge of the head with her thumb in tight circles. She could feel the heat radiating through the cloth, the subtle pulse of his arousal. A small damp spot began to form where the tip pressed against the fabric.

She continued the hidden caress, varying the pressure, sometimes firm and slow, sometimes lighter and teasing, all while the crowd remained oblivious. Her own body responded with a quiet thrum of satisfaction, nipples tightening beneath her bodice as she felt him throb in her grip. The nobleman’s face flushed, his jaw tight as he fought to maintain composure.

Riva leaned in just enough for her lips to brush his ear, her voice a whisper meant only for him. “Tell me what you know about the southern alliances and the Rogue Baron, and I’ll finish what I’ve started.” She kept her hand moving a moment longer, stroking his cock with that same maddening, concealed rhythm as the king’s voice droned on above them.