He grins at me. ‘I plan to do exactly that.’
I pick up a condom from my bedside table and nod at the bed. ‘Here?’
He shakes his head and leads me purposefully to the bathroom. He unzips my dress and lets it fall to the floor.
‘Jesus. Fuck,’ he whispers, taking in my strapless bra, lace knickers and black hold-up stockings.
When I reach for my knickers, he stops me. ‘Leave everything on. Including the shoes.’
He stands behind me, both of us facing the sink so we can see each other in the mirror.
‘My God, I missed you,’ he whispers.
I hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper and hold my breath in anticipation. I’m so turned on it hurts.
‘Fuck it,’ he mutters, dropping to his knees and spinning me round. ‘Another five minutes isn’t going to kill anyone.’
He moves my knickers aside, and then his mouth is on me.
I clutch the basin behind me as he lifts one leg onto his shoulder.
He gets me there in well under five minutes, and I’m still coming down from my orgasm when he stands and turns me around again.
His eyes flutter shut as he slowly enters me from behind.
He lets out a slow, controlled breath, then starts to move, his dark eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
‘This is my ultimate threesome,’ he murmurs. ‘There are two of you.’
Chapter 55
After carefully getting dressed, I go downstairs first, checking and re-checking my reflection in the lift mirror to make sure nothing is out of place.
The lobby is relatively busy, and no one bats an eyelid as I rejoin the reception, nabbing a flute of champagne from a passing waiter.
I’m chatting to one of Tig’s workmates when Theo arrives a couple of minutes later, looking harried.
‘Have you seen …?’ He frowns. ‘Never mind. There he is.’
I turn, knowing it will be Mark. He breezes towards us, raffish and calm.
‘Where have you been?’ demands Theo. ‘I’ve been looking for you.’
Mark looks him straight in the eye. ‘Having a threesome. But I’m all yours now.’
The meal is a roaring success, with Tig singing Jamie’s praises with every mouthful, and before long, it’s time for the speeches. Theo nervously stands and thanks everyone for coming, then singles out both sets of families for being so great when the wedding was planned in such a short amount of time. ‘I’d especially like to thank Tig’s family, who’ve welcomed me with such open arms. Sophia and Vasilis, of course, but a special mention to Nella, who helped with a special surprise that will soon be revealed …’
Tig turns to me and mouths, ‘What the hell?’
I mime zipping my lips.
‘Also massive thanks to my best man, Mark, who also helped with this surprise. You’ve been great, mate. I’ve got a special request here from your mum who asked me to let all the ladies know he’s not married.’
Someone, probably Stav, wolf-whistles and I can only imagine the look on Mark’s face.
Tig says a few words, and then it’s Mark’s turn. He’s at the other end of the long top table and I have to lean forward to see him.
‘Thankssomuch for that, Theo, and thanks, Mum. As some of you know, Theo and I met at medical school. One day, not long after we qualified, I got a panicked phone call from him. “What’s wrong, Mr October?” I asked him. Little aside here in case you didn’t know. I call him that because for Rag Week one year, the med school did a calendar for charity. It was nude but tasteful. They sold out in record time but, I managed to find the original photograph, and I’ve framed it to give to your gorgeous new wife.’ He reaches under the table and pulls out a beautifully wrapped package. ‘Before I give it to you, Tig, I should probably say it was very cold on the day they took the photos.’ He pauses. ‘Or at least, that’s Theo’s story.’
