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I back away. As I open the front door, Rachel calls out, “Bye, demon man.”
It’s as if a giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders. She’s not going to let my sister’s antics affect her decisions. All I have to do is get rid of three purgs before Wednesday night and I’ll have my life. I deserve my freedom after all these years of doing the bidding of those above and below.
I get in my car and head toward the purg I can feel close by.
Eight
Felicity
For the first time in years, I’m nervous about how one of my weddings will turn out. After the ceremony at St. Patrick’s Cathedral, I am breathing a sigh of relief. Really for two reasons: Jorge didn’t show up and ruin the biggest wedding of my career, and Mantus stood inside the church seeming not to mind the venue.
Of course, maybe my idea of angels and demons is totally off. We’re in a Towncar on the way to Rockefeller Plaza for the reception. Rachel went with the bridesmaids to brief them on the photo stop.
“I like this dress.” He slips his hand along the high slit in my burgundy gown. The silk feels wonderful on my skin, but not as good as Mantus’s fingers on my knee and thigh.
“I’m glad, but you can’t mess me up before the reception.” I try to scold him, but it comes out playful.
Slipping his fingers higher, he says, “I wouldn’t dream of ruining how beautiful you look.
I push his hand away. “You just keep an eye out for Jorge. People who can afford St. Patrick’s are not going to be thrilled if he knocks over the champagne fountain. Though, there isn’t one in the Rainbow Room.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” He caresses my inner thigh.
It’s a very short drive to 30 Rock, and I’m grateful because if this had been at the Pier 57 venue my high-dollar clients often choose, I know I couldn’t resist Mantus for an hour and forty-minute drive.
I thank the driver and let him know he’ll be needed after the reception for some partying the bridal party has planned.
Mantus takes my hand and we walk into the Rainbow Room. As soon as we’re inside, he pulls me into the coat room. “I just want a little taste of you. You smell divine.” Lowering his head to the dip of my neckline, he kisses the top of my breast. As he lifts me to sit on a counter meant for hats, the sheath gown slides up my legs and his hands follow.
“I don’t think you’re taking your job very seriously.” I grip the shoulders of his black tuxedo.
Standing upright, he grins wickedly and looks every bit the hot demon. Turning to the door, he locks it.
The dim lighting makes me wonder how many trysts have been carried out in this closet. “This feels very cliché to me.”
“I don’t care if it is. I want you.” He sniffs the air and closes his eyes. His cock bulges. “I can smell that you want me to.”
There’s little point in denying it. “I do.” I pull my gown up and pray for minimal wrinkles. The cool counter under my ass makes a little moan escape me.
His eyes sparkle with passion. “No fucking panties.” He stalks back to me. “You’re full of surprises, Felicity.”
As soon as he’s close enough, I grab his belt and pull him the rest of the way. I work open the belt, and trousers, and take his cock out. Rubbing his thick shaft along my wet pussy, I massage him up and down. “I need you to fuck me now.”
“Dirty. I love it.” He notches at my slit and pushes inside in one slow thrust, filling me. Covering my mouth with kisses, he drowns out our mutual moans.
Every time he fills me, his shaft rubs my clit until I’m writhing with the building orgasm. Every sound is muffled by his lips and tongue devouring me.
I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper. I’m so close to coming, I dig my nails into his jacket and lift my hips as he pounds into me, hard and fast. My body contracts around him as the orgasm takes me.
One more thrust and Mantus fills me with his hot cum.
I break the kiss and try to catch my breath. “That’s the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done.”
He hands me his handkerchief. “I hope it’s not the last time you want me so badly you’ll do something naughty.”
I clean up what I can. “I’m going to the ladies’ room.” I get up and put my gown back in place. At the door, I turn back and watch him looking perfectly calm and gorgeous in a tuxedo. “Stay out of trouble.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He winks and smiles.
