Flashing Lights

The moment Kate and I stepped onto the red carpet, the flashes hit like a wall of white fire. Cameras exploded in rapid bursts, blinding strobes that would’ve made a lesser man flinch. Kate didn’t even squint; she was made for this, turning her head with practiced ease, giving the lenses exactly what they wanted: that million-dollar smile, the subtle tilt of her chin, the effortless sex appeal that made every photo scream icon.

The shouts started immediately.

“Kate! Over here!”

“Who are you wearing tonight?”

Then the questions sharpened, hungry.

“Who’s the guy?”

“Kate, is this your new man?”

“How long have you two been together?”

Kate’s smile only grew; slow, wicked, perfectly timed. She leaned into me just enough for the photographers to catch it, her arm sliding possessively through mine, her full breast pressing softly against my bicep. I felt the heat of her through the thin fabric of my suit, the deliberate way she molded her body to my side. My hand found the small of her back on instinct; low, steady, fingers splayed wide. She didn’t flinch. If anything, she arched into the touch, letting out the tiniest, breathiest sigh that only I could hear.

“This is Joe Delgado,” she announced, voice carrying over the chaos with that honeyed confidence. “He’s an amazing photographer.”

The pack smelled blood.

“Are you two sleeping together?”

Kate turned her head toward me, eyes sparkling with mischief. Then she folded herself closer, her curves pressing fully against my side, her lips brushing the shell of my ear as she answered loud enough for the microphones to catch.

“Who said we get any sleep?”

The crowd erupted; laughs, whistles, more flashes. I felt the rush of it all: the heat of her body, the scent of her perfume rising off her skin; flowers, ripe fruit, and unmistakably the warm, intimate musk of her cunt… and not just from her perfume. She was turned on by this. By the lie. By the game.

We moved down the carpet, posing for the cameras. Kate angled her body toward mine, hip cocked, chest forward, one hand resting lightly on my chest while the other stayed linked with mine. Every time she leaned in to whisper something, her breath ghosted over my neck, hot and deliberate.

“Emily was right,” she murmured, lips so close they nearly brushed my skin. “They’re eating it up.”

The way she said Emily’s name; low, teasing, almost reverent; sent a shiver straight down my spine. It wasn’t just a name on her tongue; a promise, a shared secret, a heated surrender. My cock twitched suddenly against my thigh, thickening behind the tailored fabric. If I hadn’t had the Voyeurs’ gift of iron control, I’d have been tenting obscenely right there for the paparazzi to catch.

I caught Emily’s eye over Kate’s shoulder. She was walking just behind us with Iris, both of them glowing under the lights. Emily gave me the smallest, wickedest nod; of encouragement, pure arousal. Iris’s gaze was darker, hungrier, her lips parted as she watched Kate press against me.

Then Kate’s hand slid up to my chin. She turned my face to hers with gentle but firm fingers. Our eyes locked for a heartbeat… and she kissed me.

Soft at first, lips brushing mine like a question. Then deeper. Her tongue slipped past my lips, slow and slick, tasting me while the cameras went insane. Her nails grazed the nape of my neck, sending sparks down my spine. I kissed her back; controlled, deliberate; feeling the familiar heat of her mouth, the way she melted just a little against me. In the domain, I’d had her like this unbridled: tongue tangling, body writhing, pussy spasming around my cock as I fucked her. But this was real. Public. And Emily was watching.

Kate broke the kiss slowly, lips glistening, eyes dark with heat. She rubbed her thumb across my lower lip, smearing her lipstick just enough to mark me.

“I hope Emily doesn’t mind,” she whispered, voice dripping with suggestion.

There it was again; Emily’s name on her lips, paired with the unspoken promise of more. My cock twitched again against my slacks. If the flashes had caught the growing bulge in my pants, the headlines tomorrow could be brutal.

Kate leaned in one last time, lips brushing my ear.

“Let’s go inside before they ask you to fuck me right here on the carpet.”

The words hit like a punch; lustful, filthy, and laced with Emily’s name still echoing in my mind. I felt the rush of blood straight to my groin, thickening me further. I blushed; actually blushed; but kept my voice low and steady.

“Lead the way.”

She smiled like she’d won something, laced her fingers through mine again, and we walked the rest of the carpet together; her hip bumping mine, her scent wrapping around me, the cameras screaming our names.

Emily and Iris followed close behind, both of them watching with matching heat in their eyes.

Tonight wasn’t just about the proposal anymore.

It was about everything coming undone.