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He leans in and puts his lips to my ear. “He looks like a nerd, which means he would have watched an exponential amount of porn in his youth.”
I frown in question.
“The very best way to watch your own girl in a porno is reverse cowgirl.” He winks. “Front-row seat to watch your cock slide in deep to make her moan.”
Oh . . .
I get a visual of what he’s just told me. I flutter down below and swallow the lump in my throat. Jeez.
“What’s your favorite position?” he whispers into my ear.
Reverse cowgirl sounds pretty good.
“Um.” I try to think of a sexy answer, but he’s fried my brain, and I’ve got absolutely nothing. “It’s private,” I whisper back. “Why, what’s yours?”
“Lots of favorites.” He circles his finger on my shoulder. “I do like sex swings.”
I frown. What the hell? He has a sex swing?
“I love the uninhibited submission it gives me.” His finger circles lower down my back. His breath dusts my skin, and he may as well be trailing his finger over the lips of my sex, because that’s exactly where I’m feeling it.
A slow pulse begins to throb.
I get a vision of him naked and hard, tying me into a sex swing, dominating me in the most depraved way, and I clench to try and get some friction down there.
This man is a master seducer. I’m about to blow in just three whispered sentences.
Fake date.
The chairs begin to fill, and Henley looks around as his finger circles my shoulder. After a while he leans in and murmurs in my ear, “What panties are you wearing?”
What?
“Why do you want to know that?” I whisper.
“Because as I feel your skin beneath my fingers, I’m imagining myself being on my knees in front of you, peeling you out of them with my teeth. I want a visual of what I’m about to take off right here in front of everyone.”
Hold the phone . . . hold the fucking phone, because I am dead.
I look up at him, and he gives me the best come-fuck-me look of all time.
The air between us is thick and heavy.
“Henley,” I breathe.
He bends and softly nips my ear with his teeth. “Yes,” he whispers. His breath is quivering. He’s as hot for this as I am.
“Behave yourself,” I whisper.
“Give me a color.”
“White,” I reply before my mouth-to-brain filter kicks in.
Satisfaction flashes across his face as his dark eyes hold mine.
The wedding waltz begins, and I’m snapped out of my arousal fog as the bride begins to walk down the aisle.
My body watches the nuptials as I hover way in the sky, watching Henley and me from above. He holds my hand in his lap, and I’m melting into a puddle at his touch. Imagining cowgirls in sex swings and public oral orgasms with legs over shoulders during weddings.
