Page 121 of Be My Bride


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Agonizingly so.

Screw everything else.

I have my extremely hot wife waiting in front of me.

Jensen and Brett can take a freaking hike.

There are more important things in life.

Priorities first.

Reaching out, I grab one of Asia's slender hands and place it above her head. She lets me guide her and seems to catch on quick, spreading her fingers and wrapping them around the spokes. I move her left hand next, placing it above the same wooden spoke.

She’s standing with her feet pressed against the floor and her chest heaving, eyes burning with passion. And I haven’t even touched her yet.

“Keep your hands there,” I order in a low voice.

She dips her chin.

“Touch me and I stop.”

She dips her chin again.

Damn.

I’m about to lose it just from watching her watch me.

Holding on to every strap of control I have, I put my entire focus on Asia.

In a few minutes, her fingers dig against the railing.

She starts to squirm.

Then whimper.

I keep going until she’s vibrating like a plucked violin string.

When she’s on the edge, I stop and pull myself up.

Asia stares at me with wide eyes. A stunned, “Hansley” falls from her lips.

I grin. Lick my mouth slowly.

Taste her there. On me.

She watches every stroke of my tongue, her chest heaving. “You… bastard.”

I stroke my fingers around her lips, careful not to smudge her lipstick. “That,” I lean in close, “is how you tease.”

She makes a sound that’s part growl, part moan.

I laugh and step back.

My phone buzzes.

Brett and Sharon’s picture.

It amazes me that I can watch this photo and not feel the same knives-in-the-gut pain that I once did. Sharon meant the world to me. She was the first woman who crept into my heart, but the woman who’s taken over is Asia.

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