I felt amazing.

It could have just been my mind in the moment, but having Luke inside me, holding me against a wall as he fucked me, felt heavenly, better than any sex I'd ever had before.

Then I was kissing him again, and we both came. My body shuddered, and he followed soon after, and I could feel the condom expand inside me as he filled it.

It was the first time a man had made me orgasm twice in less than thirty minutes. I had the stray thought to try for three in under an hour, but I thought it might possibly kill me.

We were both left drained, and the kiss gentled into something slow, languid, and wet. When he finally pulled away, he buried his face in my shoulder as we both caught our breath. My hands had gone loose, fingers still lost in the strands of his hair. It was sticking up because I'd been tugging on it, and I smoothed it down automatically.

When we could both breathe normally, he pulled away, looked up and met my eyes. I was suddenly very conscious of the fact that we were still connected. He was soft inside me, but we were pressed close together and he hadn't moved. Like he was suddenly aware of it himself, he removed the hand from my ass to reach between us to hold the condom as he shifted back so his cock could slip out of me.

He tied off the condom and dropped it on the floor, pulling up his briefs and slacks and tucking away his soft cock as he righted his clothes. I fixed myself up, letting the dress fall, blushing a little when I realized my breast had been hanging out the entire time.

None of this was like me. I didn’t fuck people in public, and usually, I wasn’t clothed when it happened. We were both lucky no one seemed to have noticed, or if anyone did, they didn’t barge in so everyone else could have a look at the show. It was an unflattering thought, but in this crowd, I wouldn’t put it past any of them.

I had to get back to the party, get back to what I came here for.

He held his hand out with black fabric fisted in his hand. It took me a moment to realize it was my underwear.

I took it from him, feeling a bit awkward as I pulled it on. I grimaced a little because it was decidedly uncomfortable. I was still leaking fluid from that last orgasm, and I'd have to walk around with that for who knew how long.

It was another reason why I wasn’t all that big a fan of sex or the kind of girl that would do it anywhere outside of a bedroom without an en suite bathroom or at least one close by.

But I couldn’t regret the best sex I'd ever had.

"Do you have a handkerchief?" My voice came out a little rough, and I cleared my throat quietly.

I had to ask, because my purse was still away from me, with the paper wipes I'd thought to carry along.

He reached into his pockets and pulled one out, holding it out wordlessly to me. I took it and wiped around my mouth, then wiped at the sweat on my forehead. Well, more like dab at it, so I wouldn’t ruin my makeup too badly. My lips were a lost cause, but I'd only had lip gloss, anyway. Still, I'd have to go for my purse to touch up before anyone noticed. I reached up, touched my hair, and felt relieved that it had held up. I fluffed it a little, adjusted the hair pins, and decided I was as good as I could be without a mirror to look at.

Hesitantly, I handed back the handkerchief and was almost surprised when he took it back. But he used it to wrap the used condom, dropping it into his pocket, then did up his belt and reached for his coat where I'd let it fall to the floor.

I took a deep, settling breath.

"Thank you for the breather from the party." I was proud of myself for how composed that sounded.

He arched an eyebrow at me as he shrugged on his coat. "Is that what you're calling this? A breather?"

No. Amazing didn’t even come close to what I wanted to name it. But I didn’t have the time for this crap. I didn’t leave my home, fly across the ocean and crash a private party just to have some fun, no matter how good it was.

So, as much as I didn’t want to, I ignored him, letting my face settle into something resembling calm.

"I’d better get back to the wedding."

I turned my back to him, stepped out of the closet, headed back into the section of the large room that had been turned into a restaurant area, and acted as if nothing had happened. I headed for the table where I'd left my purse. It was, thankfully, empty, and I sat down.

Glancing around, I was surprised to find no one staring at me. We must have been in there for some time, but we must have both been inconspicuous for no one to be curious. I leaned sideways, pretending to fix my shoe, and quickly tugged my purse from where it was taped. I pulled the remains of the tape from the purse and rolled it into a ball, placed it inside and sent another look around the room then rose with the purse under my arm.

I moved away from the tables, turning my back to the crowd as I touched up my make-up quickly. I had some mints in there, thankfully, and I popped one in my mouth chewing it quickly. I moved it around in my mouth, hoping it would disguise if not cleanse my breath. I took a discreet sniff, before closing and replacing the purse under my arm. But then I just paused and breathed.

I had stopped at the edge of the crowd, not quite close enough for anyone to pay attention to me. I put a hand to my thudding chest as if my heart would calm down with a few strokes of my fingertips. It wasn’t beating quite as fast as before, but still, it was not back to normal.

That was dangerous. With the mission I had here, I had to be careful, which meant my heart had to calm a bit. But, why wasn’t it? I ignored my frantic thoughts, practically willing it to calm down and getting the opposite result.

"Is there anything wrong, ma'am?"

I whipped my head around, my surprised eyes catching the concerned ones of a waiter. I let the surprise fade away almost immediately, giving him a sheepish smile.

Dammit! I wasn’t supposed to let people see me so clearly. No one had looked at me with anything resembling interest, and I liked it that way. I didn’t need anyone recognizing me enough to give details about me later.

My looks were generic, though. Brown hair, brown eyes, a little pretty. I fit the description of a lot of the women present, a few of them even in floor length black dresses, much like me. But I hated taking chances and making careless mistakes.

"No, I'm fine, but thank you. I was feeling a bit off, and I wanted to go to the bathroom, but I'm afraid I don't know where it is."

"I could give you directions," he said almost immediately, looking eager to help.

I held back a grimace, made my lips curve higher in a wider smile instead. "Thank you, but I think I'm fine now. I'm just not used to these parties, I suppose. But I would love something to drink…" I hinted.

He nodded, all serious, and I had to bite the inside if my cheek to keep from laughing. I was a little disappointed he didn't snap off a salute.

"I'll get you something right away, ma'am." He turned sharply, back straight, and walked off.

With the momentary distraction gone, however, the smile fell off my face, replaced by a grim look. I was getting a little too distracted.

I had to get my head back in the game before I made a mistake that proved to be disastrous.