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The memory of that night and the sight of Bianca with her heavy tits and generous curves had him harder than concrete. He wanted to go over to her, but something kept him frozen in place, almost as if he was waiting for permission.
Someone moved in his periphery and he turned to the left. A petite brunette he’d talked to earlier—Jasmin? Yasmin?—had stopped beside him.
“She’s quite beautiful. Everyone is excited when a new couple joins the games, but the both of you would stand out no matter when you arrived,” the brunette said as she handed him another signature cocktail.
“Thank you.” Taz took the drink and shot back half of it in one swallow in an attempt to drown his jealousy. “We’re on our honeymoon.”
“Spoken like a man at love’s mercy.” Unlike everyone else gathered around the pool, she sipped a glass of red wine.
“You don’t approve?” he asked.
“Of love?” Yasmin—that was it—shook her head. “Oh honey, it makes fools of us all.”
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He couldn’t argue with that. They were on a mission. She was still pissed off at him. Yet, all he could think about at the moment was how much he wanted to drag his tongue over Bianca’s peaked nipples, taste her slick folds, and slide his cock deep inside her core. He needed it more than breathing, more than living. If that wasn’t being made a fool of, he didn’t know what was.
“You sound like you’re just waiting to give out advice.” Needing a moment to wrangle his wants back into submission, he finished the fruity drink.
Yasmin pressed herself close and whispered in his ear, “Fuck her. Right here. Right now.”
“What?” he asked.
“You heard me,” she said, her tone firm and unrelenting. “Let the rest of them know that she may play with them, but she belongs to you.”
It made perfect sense to the caveman inside him. Bianca wanted him just as much as he wanted her. They belonged together. They both knew it. Why shouldn’t everyone see it? Why shouldn’t everyone know that?
He set the glass down on a passing waiter’s tray and grabbed a new one. “I think you’re right.”
“I always am,” she said. “Remember that.”
But Taz barely heard her. He was already halfway across the pool.
Chapter 10
Bianca
Bianca took another sip of the signature cocktail she’d been nursing since she got to the party and scanned the crowd for any sign of Gidget. The guy with the half-hard dick that kept accidentally brushing her hip finished his joke. She let out a loud laugh and then, pretending to lose her balance, she grabbed onto his arm and subtly used the steadying move to push him away.
On the whole, everyone at the party had been very cool, as lifestylers tended to be, but the guy to her left was not the best representative of the clothing-optional, sexually uninhibited crowd. He was the kind of douche canoe that ended up getting handsy at every office happy hour. Total prick material—and she wasn’t talking about his actual cock. Maybe being with Taz had spoiled her, but her standards were a little higher than that.
Mr. Douche Canoe was halfway through a story about the time a waiter threw up in the canapés during a party on his yacht, when his face turned ashen.
“Are you okay?”
He looked over her left shoulder. That’s when every nerve in her body sizzled to life and she knew.
“He’s behind me, isn’t he?”
The other man gulped and nodded his head before backing away.
Bianca swallowed her curse. They weren’t going to get anywhere if Taz couldn’t bury his caveman tendencies long enough for her to talk to a few naked men.
Pasting on her most sugary fake smile, she turned to greet her “husband.” She only got about ninety degrees before Taz encircled her waist, whipped her the rest of the way around, dipped her backwards and planted a kiss on her that had the crowd clapping. She could hear the cheers just barely above the blood rushing in her ears and the unmistakable sound of someone moaning in ecstasy.
Oh shit. That was her moaning. That is not what was supposed to be happening—but it was and toe-curlingly, amazingly so.
In a last-ditch effort for sanity, she pushed him back. Breathing hard, her entire body aching for him, she forced him back two paces.
