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She had looked so anxious that he told her, ‘Then floss it out.’ Reaching for her bag, which he was now convinced had everything to help someone survive a zombie apocalypse, he managed to find her floss kit and had handed it to her with flourish.
‘I just hope I don’t accidentally smile on my way to the rest room,’ she had said worriedly.
‘Well, just do it here then.’ And not waiting for her to reply, he had simply pulled her down so she could floss without being seen.
“Kyr!”
“What?” He looked at her calmly. “We’re husband and wife now. You can do anything and everything in front of me, you know.”
Oh, dear Lord, how her heart tripped on the way he referred to them as husband and wife so easily. “Well...if you think it’s okay...”
Her billionaire just looked at her, as if saying, ‘Get on with it.’
Grinning, she did as silently ordered, just as their guests suddenly started cheering, clapping, and tapping their glasses.
A bemused laugh escaped her. “What’s happening?”
“They probably think I’m kissing you here, out of your sight, to spare your blushes,” he guessed with a shrug.
She almost choked on her floss. “Really?”
“Mm...” He waited for her to finish her business, and when she had thrown the ball of tissue away, he pulled her face to him and kissed her deeply, his tongue seductively sliding inside her mouth. When he pulled away, her eyes were dazed, and he said modestly, “Just didn’t want their applause to go to waste.”
When they straightened back into their seats, the crowd took one look at the bride’s blushing face and hooted and laughed harder. She started to relax, but her relief was short-lived. She heard the host announcing that guests were now welcome to express their well wishes to the newlyweds, and her anxiety returned in full force.
Sensing her rising apprehension, Kyr strategically sought to divert her attention to something infinitely more pleasant.
As the first of their guests approached them, he curled an arm around her waist, found the slit of her skirt, and placed his hand on her naked thigh under the table.
His bride shot straight up in her seat like the Queen of England.
“I wish you the best in your marriage.” The words were spoken coolly, the art patron well-known for her acerbic dislike of stammering idiots, which most of today’s youth usually ended up being in her presence.
“Thank you, Mrs. Armitage,” Kyr responded smoothly even as he started stroking his bride’s silky smooth thigh.
The older woman turned to Polly, and she said overly brightly, “Thank you so much.”
Mrs. Armitage smiled back, surprised but pleased to see that the billionaire’s too-young bride wasn’t as immature and silly as she had feared. If the girl could survive talking to her, the girl could survive everything.
When the older woman left, Polly smiled and hissed, “Stop it,” without looking at her husband.
As their next guest approached them, she tried to push his hand away but stopped when Kyr leaned close, his hot breath caressing her ear as he whispered, “If you try to stop me, then I’ll start kissing you here and everyone will see you lose control.”
Oh, dear Lord.
Her hand fell away from his, and together they returned the well wishes of their second guest. When they were alone again, she muttered under her breath, “Meanie.”
“But at least I’m yours,” he countered smoothly.
She bit back a laugh, not wanting him to know how wonderful it felt to hear him say it. Kyrillos Gazis was hers, and he knew it. He knew it! She turned to him, stars in her eyes, thinking, I must have married the sweetest man—-
A couple approached their table, both famous Hollywood celebrities, and that same moment, Kyr’s hand moved dangerously up her thigh, his fingers tracing the lines of her lace panties.
I take it back, she thought, her smile freezing on her lips. I must have married the most sadistic man on the planet.
His hazel eyes gleamed back at her, as if saying he knew exactly what she was thinking.
Another couple approached, and Kyr’s fingers started to move inside her panties.
Oh. God. She concentrated hard on what the couple was saying, her shyness forgotten as she desperately made sure nothing on her face or voice would clue anyone to what was happening.
And so it went on and on, Kyr displaying nerves of steel as he laughed and chatted with worldly charm while Pollyanna fought to hold on to her sanity. Her husband had pushed his panties to the side and was stroking her folds now, and it was all she could do not to moan. When he thrust three fingers inside her, all at the same time, Pollyanna wasn’t able to properly stifle her gasp, causing the couple in front of them to blink in surprise.
“Is everything okay?”
“It’s the heat,” Kyr excused. “She’s still not used to my country’s weather.”
