Chapter 102

Isabella definitely remembered the bet she had with Michael, but she didn't think he'd bring it up now.

Michael was just messing with Isabella; a little flirting never hurt anyone, right?

Just as Michael was about to move his hand off Isabella's thigh, he froze. He felt a cool, soft hand slip into his pants and touch his dick, causing a swift erection.

"I was just kidding around. You're so bold," Michael whispered in Isabella's ear, his breath shaky.

Isabella's face turned even redder. "Why didn't you say so earlier! You're such a pain!"

Isabella was about to pull her hand away, but Michael grabbed it.

"Since you started, you might as well finish," Michael teased, his eyes full of desire.

Michael felt his body heat up. Even without a mirror, he knew his face must be bright red. In this private theater, they didn't have to worry about being seen.

"Relax, no one's gonna notice," Michael chuckled softly.

Michael felt Isabella's hand stroking his dick, her slightly sharp nails gently scratching the skin, sending a faint tickling sensation that made him shiver.

"Michael, why are you getting all worked up?" Isabella teased in his ear, her face flushed, feeling thrilled in this environment.

Isabella's fingers gently played with Michael's dick, which started secreting pre-cum to lubricate.

"Isabella, since you're helping me, it's only fair I help you enjoy it too," Michael said with a mischievous grin.

Isabella paused for a moment, then her body trembled slightly. A hand had slipped under her skirt, fingers brushing against her vulva.

The same tingling sensation made Isabella tightly grab her skirt.

"Isabella, my fingers are a bit cold too," Michael said, his fingers stroking her labia through her panties. Isabella's body trembled slightly in response.

"I was wrong. Michael, please take your fingers out now," Isabella pleaded softly, glancing at the bodyguards behind them.

She had just wanted to tease Michael for a bit, feeling a sudden rush of excitement. She hadn't expected him to react so strongly.

Isabella could feel her vagina starting to get wet. If he kept going, she might climax in the movie theater.

A young bodyguard sitting in the last row looked puzzled at the two of them, whispering, "Is it really that cold in here? Why are Mr. and Mrs. Williams shaking like that?"

The '24-year-old' bodyguard smacked him on the back of the head. "Mind your own business and watch the movie."

The young bodyguard scratched his head, not daring to speak, and just obediently followed the instructions.

Michael and Isabella leaned against each other, like a loving couple. But if you looked closer, you'd notice that each of them had a hand hidden in the other's crotch.

Isabella carefully glanced behind her again and saw that the bodyguards were engrossed in the movie. This made her feel much more relaxed.

Michael suddenly felt a wet sensation on his fingers. Having been intimate with Isabella before, he immediately knew what it was. He leaned in and whispered with a chuckle, "Isabella, looks like your panties are soaked."

Isabella blushed. She hadn't expected that just a few touches through her underwear would make her body react this way. Would Michael think she was too easy?

Suddenly, Isabella let out a short gasp as Michael's fingers slipped past her underwear and into her.

Although Isabella quickly covered her mouth, someone still heard her. The young bodyguard lowered his head again to look at Isabella.

The older bodyguard forcibly lifted the head of the young bodyguard. "Watch the movie. Don't look elsewhere," he warned in a low voice.

Although the young bodyguard was very puzzled, he continued to watch the movie.

Michael, startled by Isabella's earlier sound, didn't dare move, but his fingers remained inside her.

"Stop it, Michael. I promise we'll continue at home," Isabella pleaded softly, her voice trembling from the earlier scare. She withdrew her hand, but Michael didn't stop; his fingers continued to move inside her.

"No way, Isabella. Your hand has been in my pants for so long, it's only fair I get to do the same," Michael whispered back.

Michael felt Isabella becoming wetter and tried to push his fingers deeper.

Suddenly, Isabella let out another gasp. This time, no one looked their way, but she felt a surge of panic.

Isabella leaned close to Michael's ear, gritted her teeth, and scolded softly, "You jerk! You just hit my sensitive spot!"

"Sensitive spot?" Michael grinned mischievously, feeling an urge to keep pressing that spot.

"That's enough. I don't want to watch the movie anymore. Let's go." Isabella couldn't hold on any longer. She forcefully pulled Michael out of the theater. She had a feeling that if they stayed any longer, she might actually climax in the theater, and she didn't want anyone to think she had wet herself-that would be too embarrassing.

After leaving the movie theater, Isabella walked ahead with Michael following behind her. Whenever Michael tried to catch up to her, Isabella would quicken her pace to keep distance between them.

Fortunately, there were enough bodyguards around to split into two groups, with six people protecting each of them.

Michael looked somewhat helpless. He ran to Isabella and grabbed her hand.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that in the movie theater." As soon as Michael spoke, Isabella quickly covered his mouth.

Isabella's face turned red with anxiety. She glanced at the bodyguards around them and whispered urgently into Michael's ear, "Don't mention that in front of these people! We'll talk about it at home."

Her face was flushed, and her eyes were filled with panic, like a deer caught in the headlights.

Michael grabbed Isabella's hand, wanting to say something comforting, but then he noticed a curly hair caught under her fingernail.

Michael's mouth twitched immediately. If he remembered correctly, this was the same hand that had been in his pants earlier.