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When he tugged at her hips, she went willingly.
Sophie should have known better than to get Mitch in an enclosed space. It didn’t matter that they were dressed to the nines for the tricentennial; she’d never say no. “I’m going to be late.”
Mitch dropped to his knees, making quick work of lifting her dress and kissing her over her thong.
“Notice you didn’t say we,” he said, then took her clit in his mouth and sucked.
“Mitch.” It was a breathless gasp. He had her where he wanted her.
“Gimme five more minutes with this beautiful pussy of yours, and then we can go.”
Different historical building, but the same old story.
She knew she’d come before his time was up.
* * *
“My hair is a mess,” Sophie said ten minutes and two orgasms later. But as it turned out, the just fucked my boyfriend in a storage closet look was working for her. At least Mitch hadn’t given her a hickey. “Your fly is undone.”
“Whose fault is that?” He crowded her against the door, his voice low and husky, ready to ruin her.
“We’re already late. Come on. If we miss the gala, my mom will crucify me.”
“Then you shouldn’t look so damn delicious.”
Using the lapels of his tux as leverage, Sophie pulled him the final inch and kissed him hard and deep one last time. Then, knowing Carl would probably find them, she pushed Mitch away and straightened her dress. “Keep it in your pants, Langford.”
He circled her wrist with one hand and pulled her back in, nipping at her lips. She should have known he wouldn’t let her have the last word.
* * *
MITCH
There was a dude in the corner towering over everyone. Mitch’s first thought was that he must be a basketballer, but he didn’t look familiar. Bit of a looker though.
Of course, he didn’t hold a candle to the dude talking to him.
Holy shit.
It had been a long time since Mitch had the “am I curious?” chat with himself. That discussion almost always ended with the same conclusion:he’s cute, but I wouldn’t do anything about it.
Mitch was okay with whichever side of the spectrum he fell under — these days he couldn’t imagine wanting anyone but Sophie — but there wasn’t a person on earth who could look at this guy in the gray three-piece and not be immediately attracted. And if that person did exist, Mitch didn’t want to meet them.
Under the guise of getting a drink, he stepped up to the bar. Damn. Supermodel in a Suit was only more impressive up close. Long hair, baby blues, killer smile. An ass that wouldn’t quit.
Shit. Guess that answered the curiosity question.
Sophie hadn’t seen this guy, had she? Because Mitch wouldn’t stand a chance.
“Are you gonna order, or do you want to get a room?”
With a jolt, Mitch spun. “Uh, yeah.” He threw an apologetic smile at the blonde behind him who’d totally called him out, then turned back to the bartender. “Just a beer, thanks.”
“Make that two,” the woman added, sliding easily into the space next to him with a knowing smile. “Fan of his?”
Shit, should he be? “Oh, uh, no?” Probably should have paid attention to the notes Sophie had sent him in preparation for tonight. In his defense, it was a long-ass list, and the choice between studying and eating Sophie out had hardly been a difficult one. “My girlfriend would probably hurt me for asking this, but who is he?”
“Big-time business guy. Beau something. He is definitely working that suit, isn’t he? Tens across the board.” Their drinks arrived. and blondie clinked their bottles. “I’m Lauree, by the way.”
