her keep the indignant pout.
“You know it’s true. You’ve suddenly realized you can’t imagine life without me.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Every night, you go to sleep and think…” I spun her, surprising her as the music switched to something more upbeat. “Oh, that Lachlan Reed. He’s so dreamy. I hope he’s thinking about me.”
Elle shrugged, mocking a nighttime prayer with folded hands.
“Yep. That’s it. You’re smitten. Can’t help it. All day, every day, you’re trapped in your own lust. Thinking…I hope he likes me. I can’t wait to see him again. Maybe he’ll ask me to marry him…oh, wait!” I spun her to my chest for a kiss. My lips stayed close to hers. “It’s burning you alive, isn’t it? You want me so bad you can’t even think straight.”
She feigned helplessness, pressing the back of her wrist to her forehead.
“Can’t hide this stuff from me, Red.”
Her kiss was a quick peck.
“You’ve missed me. Been thinking about the last time we were together.”
The music shifted again, something deeper, darker, and thrumming a vibration through both of us. Elle settled into my arms—soft, but still playful.
Watching me. Waiting.
She rubbed against me, sensing my hardness through the tux.
“I know you love what I do to you.” I lowered my voice, just for her, so she could hear the edge of a growl that teased us both. “You got the sweetest fucking pussy in the world. And when you come…”
She poked at me, but no one could hear. I liked making her eyes widen in that sheltered shock.
“You have this honey cream, Red. I can’t get enough of it. I’ll eat for hours if it means getting a taste of that creamy treat.” I licked my lips. “I’ve been craving it all week.”
Her fingers tightened on me. The song swayed, deep and rhythmic. Perfect for a sultry dance that let us get a little too close, touch a little too low.
“You wouldn’t want a man to starve, would you, Red?”
She exhaled with a trembling breath.
“Why don’t you give me another chance at that slit? Let me spread those legs, kiss that pussy, tongue that cute little clit?”
She looked to her sides. No one was watching. No one could hear. It was just me and her.
“Or do you want a fuck?” I let the word linger. “I’ll push you against a wall, wrap those legs around me, and fill you up tight with my cock?”
Her lips parted, but she didn’t try to speak. She puffed a heated breath and swallowed.
I did the same.
“Know what I want?” I leaned close. She smelled of coconut and paradise and complete and total mystery. “I want to show you around this party, all prim and proper and classy in that dress.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“But we’ll have a secret.” I nibbled her ear. “They won’t know that you’ve just been fucked and filled with load after load of cum.”
It was a great party, but I knew how to make it more fun.
I tugged her hand. A question. One that didn’t need words.
She followed, staring at me and breathless. Her head just barely nodded.
I’d reward that bravery.
Inside, the gala was too crowded for anything more than a sensual dance, but Jack and Leah had picked the perfect location for their event—a country club and botanical garden. A romantic place. Beautiful. Quiet.
I led her across the dance floor and to a side exit, sneaking through a secondary area by the stage. The songs were ending, and the lights brightened to welcome the party-goers.
Jack waited to be introduced as Leah fixed his bow tie. I winked as I passed him.
“You two behave…” He shrugged his own warning away. “Never mind. Go for it. If there’s a scandal tonight, better you than me.”
Elle hid her face, but she chased after me, sneaking from the party into a beautifully landscaped garden and patio. Twinkling, white LEDs glittered through the wrought-iron fences, separating a dining patio from the garden. I found our perfect hideaway.
A hedge maze, even taller than me, snaked through a fabulous courtyard. It twisted far from the club and into the dark silence of the humid night and all its promises.
I should have declared this our third date, but that was fine. I’d take any extra time I could get with Elle. Maybe we were stretching our agreed-upon rules, but she hadn’t argued on technicalities yet.
And she wouldn’t after tonight.
Our shoes crunched over the gravel, and we entered the maze. I let Elle lead me, first left, then right, until the darkness swirled