Red Carpet Realization (Kate’s POV)

Emily’s voice was soft but clear as she leaned in: “You should go out there with Kate. People will wonder who you are, think you’re her new lover.”

The words landed like a spark on dry tinder. I wasn’t prepared for how instantly they ignited me. I’d spent days replaying that first meeting in Joe’s office; his quiet confidence shifting into something commanding the moment he slid my selfies towards me. I’d left that day soaked, thighs slick, no panties to catch the evidence. If I’d been wearing any, they’d have been ruined.

Iris’s nod only poured fuel on the fire.

“I’m game,” I said, voice steady even as heat pooled low in my belly.

Joe looked momentarily stunned, then gave that small, crooked smile that made my clit throb. Emily’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she added, “Go make them jealous, tiger.”

We stepped out together.

The flashes hit like a physical ****; blinding, relentless. I was used to it, turning my head just so, giving them the angles they craved. Joe, though; he tensed for half a second before settling into it, hand finding the small of my back like it belonged there. His palm was warm through the thin silk of my dress, fingers splayed wide, possessive without trying. I arched into the touch, letting my breast press against his arm, feeling the hard line of his bicep against my nipple.

The shouts started immediately.

“Kate! Over here!”

“Who are you wearing?”

Then the real questions; the ones that made my pulse race.

“Who’s the guy?”

“Kate, is this your new man?”

“How long have you two been together?”

I smiled; slow, wicked, perfectly timed; and leaned into Joe just enough for the cameras to catch every inch of contact.

“This is Joe Delgado,” I announced, voice carrying over the chaos. “He’s an amazing photographer.”

The pack smelled blood.

“Are you two sleeping together?”

I barely paused. Folding myself closer, I wrapped my arm around his, pressing my breast firmly against his bicep. His hand instinctively slid lower on my back, fingers splaying wide, thumb brushing the curve just above my ass. I felt the heat of him through my dress, the steady strength in his grip.

“Who said we get any sleep?” I teased, voice low and dripping with suggestion.

The crowd erupted; laughs, whistles, more flashes. I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs, my pussy clenching at the lie. If only they knew how badly I wished it were true. I could feel myself leaking, slick trailing down my inner thigh. I wondered if the tabloids would catch it later; zoomed-in shots with headlines screaming “Kate’s leaky cunt on the red carpet with her new lover.” It would only be half wrong.

I leaned up to his ear, lips brushing the shell, hot breath against his skin. “Emily was right. They’re eating it up.”

The way his body tensed at her name sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. Emily’s name on my tongue felt like foreplay. I could picture her watching us right now; smiling, nodding, turned on by the game we were playing. My clit throbbed in time with my heartbeat.

I caught Emily’s eye over Joe’s shoulder. She gave the tiniest nod; permission, encouragement, pure heat. Iris beside her looked ready to combust.

Before I could think better of it, my hand slid up to Joe’s chin. I turned his face to mine. Our eyes locked for a heartbeat; and I kissed him.

Soft at first, lips brushing like a question. Then deeper. My tongue slipped past his lips, slow and slick, tasting him while the cameras went insane. His hand pressed harder on my back, fingers digging in just enough to make me moan into his mouth. I felt the smallest hesitation; then he kissed me back, tongue sliding against mine, controlled but hungry.

What the fuck, Kate? You’re his client. His partner. His future fiancée is right behind us and you’re sucking her man’s tongue on a red carpet.

I didn’t care.

I broke the kiss slowly, lips swollen, eyes dark with heat. I rubbed my thumb across his lower lip, smearing my lipstick like a brand.

“I hope Emily doesn’t mind,” I whispered, voice thick with lust.

There it was again; Emily’s name on my lips, paired with the unspoken promise of more. I saw his pupils dilate, felt the hard length of him twitch against my hip through his slacks.

I leaned in one last time, lips brushing his ear.

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

The words slipped out; truthful, filthy, dripping with want. I hoped he thought it was just a joke between colleagues.

I needed to get inside before the slickness trailing down my thighs became visible under these lights.

Behind me, Emily and Iris watched; both flushed, both aroused, both smiling like they knew exactly what I was thinking.

Maybe my thoughts weren’t mine alone anymore.