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“Can I have the honor of this dance, Miss Harden?” I whispered into her ear from behind, reveling in the tiny goosebumps that covered her skin under my breath.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
She followed me to the practically empty dance floor, not minding the dozens of eyes that settled on us.
“Is everything okay?”
“Now it is.” I took her lips in mine, feeding off the delicious moan she released into my mouth. “You look ravishing, Miss Harden,” I said, locking her in my arms in the middle of the dance floor, watching as a wicked little grin spread across her face. “What?”
“Do you want to know something about me you don’t know already?”
I couldn’t help but think that she had asked me the exact same question before. Before I could dig deeper, Jamie placed some sort of fabric in my hand, and I knew exactly where this was going.
My smile evolved into a full grin while my cock twitched in response to her teasing.
“Behave, Miss Harden, or I will have to punish you,” I warned her, trying my best to dip my tone to a low, grave whisper. “I don’t think you recall what happened the last time you had no underwear on in a public place.”
“I don’t.” She feigned innocence. “My mind might need some refreshing, Mr. Battaglia.”
That little minx. She’s done it now.
Jamie
Mr. Battaglia.
Saying his name, that name, always granted me the undeniable pleasure of feeling the rough, possessive, and demanding hunger of a Liam he would bury under a pile of guilt.
Before I knew it, I found myself held against a wall with Liam’s mouth traveling all over my neck, his hands ravenously tracing every inch of my body.
He had pushed me into an empty room, his demanding kisses and rough touch telling me I had hit that dark nerve inside him that had the devil ready to come out and play. He had practically kicked the door open and slammed me against the first wall he could find away from the prying eyes of any guest.
The pool table that sat right in the middle of the room with dangling, dim-lit lights above looked promising, especially under the blazing heat of Liam’s eyes.
I did like making love to him, no doubt about that, but this raw and primal need that translated into a harsh and dominating Liam just sent electric jolts to all the right places in me.
A hot and tingling feeling rose to my core, the anticipation of how hard he’d been thrust into that pit of lust making me pool between my legs before he had even touched me.
I liked this a whole lot better.
Sex.
Hot, rough, and fucking hungry.
The possibility that someone could find us was just adding to the excitement, adrenaline pumping through my veins like rapids. I could feel my thighs dampen at each deep kiss he placed on my body while his free hand frantically roamed every piece of my skin.
“I’m going to fuck you against that pool table, Miss Harden,” Liam whispered into my ear, his lips grazing my earlobe tentatively. “Is that what you wanted by teasing me like that? To get fucked at my brother’s wedding?”
“Oh God.” I moaned, not able to hold back on the husk of my own voice.
“What if someone comes in? What if someone sees you with that pretty mouth full of cock?”
Jesus fuck. I had no idea what had happened, but Liam was as crude as ever tonight, and I was loving every last bit of it.
My pussy clenched at the sound of that enticing possibility. I never knew I had fantasies, but that would be one of them for sure.
He slowly backed me up towards the green table, kissing me relentlessly all the way there while my hands were held behind my back in his vice-like grip.
My breathing got heavier as he devoured my lips before he spun me around, pressing his chest into my back. Liam was already as hard as a rock, showing me just how much as he rubbed his impressive erection against my ass.
