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I sigh. “Just trying to get back into the moment.”
Tessa’s eyebrows rise in suggestion. “Oh, I’ve got just the thing for that.”
I look down, waiting for her to go on.
“I gave your wife a little present after the ceremony. And made her use them.” Tessa’s hand slips into my own and she hands me a small plastic item. When I turn it over, I see it appears to be some type of remote.
“What did you do?” I ask as my tongue goes to my cheek and I look up to stare at my wife. Our daughter is now being carted away by Marion, and Grace is speaking with Rachel and Caris.
Tessa’s voice is low when she says, “Don’t say I never gave you anything. Come on, hit the button—let’s watch our girl lose it for a minute.”
I chuckle and Tessa’s shoulders jump up in excitement as she waits for me to turn on whatever she’s given Grace. I flip the setting onto low and watch Grace’s body stop in shock, losing her words for only a moment before she shakes her head and then continues talking.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
“What exactly did you give her?” I murmur, watching as my wife’s body tenses when I ease the setting a little higher.
“Balls,” Tessa replies, her giddiness punctuating the one word.
My shoulders shake with laughter.
“Go on, take your wife out onto that dance floor and show her a good time,” Tessa says. I nod at her and mouth a thank you, my eyes never leaving Grace.
“Angel,” I murmur into her ear as I press myself against her back, interrupting her conversation.
Grace leans her head back and smiles at the girls. “Excuse me, ladies, I think Mr. James needs my attention.”
Naughty girl knows that makes my cock swell. Her friends laugh knowingly and leave us to ourselves. “I just heard the most obscene thing,” I whisper as I nuzzle my head into her neck.
“Oh?” Grace says before spinning so she’s facing me. She wraps her arms around my neck and her fingers play with the ends of my hair. I let out a low growl, loving her hands on me.
Reaching into my pocket, I flick the switch up higher and feel Grace jolt in my arms. “Balls, Grace,” I say quietly.
Her body shakes with laughter, and I turn it up a little higher as a low moan slips past her lips. “Mr. James, this is highly inappropriate,” she scolds.
“Well since we’ve already established that I like things that are highly inappropriate, that’s not the scolding you think it is.”
She leans into my shoulder as I sway us around on the dance floor, the balls that are currently vibrating likely causing all sorts of tension in her body. “Are you going to come for me in front of all of these people, Mrs. James?” I whisper into her ear as goose bumps flood her arms.
She lets out a sigh as we move around on the dance floor, my hips slowly rubbing against her own, so imperceptible to the naked eye, while others dance around us. “Yes sir,” she says in that husky voice of hers that will always be my undoing.
“And then I’m going to take you to the bamboo garden, take this tie right here around my neck and tie you to the bamboo so you can’t even touch me while I torture your pussy with my tongue,” I tease as I kiss her lips softly.
Grace bites down on my lip, and I know the moment that she’s going over the edge, her fingers digging into my neck as she searches for some way to stabilize herself, to keep herself from crying out in pleasure. I pull her mouth to mine and kiss her through it, loving that I can have her right here in front of everyone.
“There is nothing more beautiful than watching you come,” I whisper into her lips.
“I love you, Whiskey,” she says, almost breathless.
“I love you too, Angel. It was fate that brought you to me and I’ll never let you go,” I remind her as she settles into my arms.
Fate. Soul mates. Lovers. Call it whatever you want. Say what you will, but you can’t argue with this connection. Finding the one person who completes you, who makes you feel alive, like you’re burning on the inside but it’s a fire you willingly dance in.
As the song ends, my wife looks up at me with watery eyes. “Promise it will always be like this?”
“Like what?” I ask. Even though I know what she’s saying, I want to hear her say it. I want her to tell me what she wants. Because when she trusts me with her dreams, I’ll make every one of them come true.
“Days spent with family and Hopie. Watching the sun set over the bay every night with a drink in our hands. Office sex,” she says seductively. “Lobster rolls with your grandparents at Quitos, overnight trips to the Keys when we need a break, weekends in Nashville…baths every night after Hope goes to bed…and showers in the morning where you’ll wash my hair?” I smile and nod. “And dancing. Promise me we’ll still dance, Cash. That we’ll never stop this. We’ll always come first for one another. We’ll always make time for one another.”
I rake my hand through her hair and hold her head as I promise, “Do you even have to ask, Angel? I plan to dance with you every night for the rest of our lives.”
She closes her eyes, and I see peace as she relaxes into our love. “We do love dancing, don’t we, Whiskey?”
THE END
