Chapter 268: Chapter 268: Sweet Temptations
On the way back to the Grand Imperial, Alexander had the cab drop them off at a high-end, late-night parlor in the hotel’s plaza. The shop was quiet, illuminated by warm, ambient lighting, with plush circular booths that offered plenty of privacy.
They ordered a large platter of artisan gelato, sitting closely together with Alexander right in the middle of the crescent-shaped leather booth.
"I’ll be right back, I need to wash my hands," said Helen, sliding out of the booth with an elegant smile.
The moment her heels clicked out of sight toward the restroom, Amy’s innocent expression vanished. She scooped up a small spoonful of vanilla gelato, turning her body toward Alexander.
"Open up," said Amy, her eyes sparkling as she fed him the sweet cream. Before he could even swallow, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, wet kiss that tasted of vanilla. She pulled back her breathing a little shallow. "Mmh, much better. You have no idea how hard it was to behave in that store."
Alexander smirked, his hand sliding down the smooth fabric of her dress beneath the tabletop. His large palm gripped her thigh, squeezing firmly as his fingers ventured higher up her inner leg.
"Ah..." Amy let out a tiny, trapped gasp, her hands gripping the edge of the marble table. Her face flushed a brilliant crimson as she looked frantically toward the restroom corridor. "Alex, stop... she’s going to come back!"
"Then you better stay quiet," whispered Alexander, his fingers moving with a slow, deliberate friction that had her biting her lower lip to suppress a moan.
The sound of clicking heels echoed on the tile. Alexander withdrew his hand, resting it casually on the table just as Helen walked back into the seating area. Amy quickly grabbed her spoon, her chest heaving as she tried to look natural, though her cheeks were burning hot.
"The texture of this dark chocolate is amazing," said Helen, sliding back into her spot on Alexander’s left. She took a delicate bite, then leaned close to his ear. "Amy, dear, would you mind going to the counter and asking for some extra napkins? I accidentally dripped a bit on my cuff."
"Sure, Mom," said Amy, her voice strained as she stood up, giving Alexander a sharp, playful glare before walking toward the front counter.
The second Amy’s back was turned, Helen leaned her weight against Alexander’s shoulder. She dipped her finger into the white cream on the plate, sliding it along Alexander’s lower lip before leaning in to lick it off, her warm tongue tracing his mouth with a sensual friction.
"You’ve been very quiet tonight, Alexander," whispered Helen, her hand dropping beneath the table. Her manicured fingers gripped his thigh, her thumb rubbing right against his groin through his trousers with a firm, possessive pressure. "Are you thinking about what we’re going to do with those silk pieces later?"
Alexander’s eyes darkened. Instead of pulling away, his left hand shot down beneath the table, sliding under the hem of Helen’s skirt. He found the smooth, bare skin above her stockings and gripped her hip, his fingers pressing deep into her mature, soft flesh.
"Helen," said Alexander, his voice a low, threatening rumble right against her neck.
"Oh!" Helen gasped, her body stiffening as his fingers found her most sensitive spot. Her eyes went wide, and she immediately locked her thighs together, trapping his hand, but the friction only made her let out a shaky, trembling breath. She looked toward the counter, where Amy was currently waiting for the attendant. "Alex... she’s looking... stop it..."
Alexander only smirked, his fingers continuing their work beneath the fabric enjoying the delicious panic on her face as she forced herself to keep a composed smile despite the overwhelming heat building between her legs.
By the time Amy walked back with a handful of napkins, both women were flushed, their breathing uneven, and their eyes locked on Alexander with a raw, dangerous hunger.
Alexander kept his hands where they were beneath the table. With Amy back in her seat on his right, he didn’t miss a beat. His right hand went straight back under Amy’s skirt, finding her soaked satin underwear, while his left hand remained firmly buried inside Helen’s thighs.
"Here are the napkins," said Amy, her voice trembling slightly as she sat down, trying to hand one to her mother.
"Thank you, dear," gasped Helen, her fingers clutching the marble tabletop so hard her knuckles turned white.
Alexander began to move both hands. His fingers worked with a rhythmic pressure, sliding against the slick, burning heat of both women at the same time.
Amy’s eyes went wide as her body shivered, her teeth biting into a napkin to keep from crying out. On the other side, Helen’s breath came in ragged, short hitches, her head leaning back against the leather cushion as her hips instinctively twitched against Alexander’s palm. Both women were paralyzed by the risk, terrified of the other finding out, which only made the pleasure hit them twice as hard.
Alexander smiled, his thumbs pushing both of them right over the precipice. Their bodies began to shake the muscles tightening beneath his palms as they reached the limit.
Suddenly, right as they were both about to lose control and scream, Alexander pulled both hands out from under the table, resting them casually on his lap.
The sudden interruption sent a jolt of pure shock through their systems.
"I need to go to the bathroom!" both Helen and Amy blurted out at the same fraction of a second.
Without waiting for Alexander to reply, both women scrambled out of the booth, their legs slightly shaky as they walked with a hurried, tense pace toward the luxury restroom at the back of the parlor.
They burst through the wooden door one after the other, the room empty of other patrons. Amy went straight to the first sink, turning the cold water on at maximum blast, while Helen stood at the mirror right next to her, splashing water over her face to cool down her burning skin.
As they stood side by side, panting slightly while the water ran, Helen slowly raised her eyes to the mirror. At the same time, Amy looked up.
Their gazes locked in the reflection. Both of them had swollen lips, flushed red cheeks, and heavily dilated pupils. The silence in the restroom was absolute.
Is she...? thought Amy, her eyes narrowing slightly as she noticed her mother’s heavily rumpled skirt.
Did he just do the same thing to her? Helen thought, her heart hammering against her ribs as she looked at her daughter’s trembling hands.
Neither of them said a single word, but the sudden suspicion hanging between them made the room feel incredibly small.
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