Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“We are going home very soon,” he snaps and pulls out of my grip and walks to the bar.
I stumble back and turn and as I pull out of my arousal fog, I see Cameron, Adrian, Abbie and Bridget’s eyes firmly on me. Oh shit, I forgot they were here listening.
“Oh my God, can we come and watch you guys have sex?” Abbie giggles into her drink. “He should be put in a cage.” I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile.
“You got that right,” I answer as I look around nervously. How does he make me forget where I am like that?
“Adrian, did you see Nicholas in that naval uniform?” I grab his arm.
“I know,” he smirks.
“He’s a damn fine specimen,” Bridget tutts. “He is, isn’t he?” I answer.
Joshua returns from the bar with Ben and our eyes meet across the group. Once again, his eyes drop down my body and he cracks his neck as he takes a sip of his beer from the bottle. The group continues to talk around us, but I am lost, lost to the need of the man across the circle from me. I can feel it from here. He can’t even act unaroused as I can see the large erection in his pants. He really should be in a cage… because he’s the one who’s going to fucking cop it…and he’s not walking tomorrow either. We both stand staring at each other as we drink our drinks in silence. I have never been more aroused in public. I walk over and run my hand down his face as I kiss him gently.
“Let’s dance,” I whisper.
He swallows as his eyes drop to my cleavage. “I need to be alone with you,” he growls.
My breath catches. “Me too, baby. Patience.” I smile as I run my hand over his chest and lean into him.
“Fuck, Tash, we need to go home now. I need you,” he whispers as he closes his eyes as if in pain.
“Sshh, patience, big boy. You can have whatever you want when we get home.”
His eyes widen and he holds his head on the side in question. “Anything I want?” he repeats in a whisper.
I bite my lip to stifle my smile as my eyes drop to his perfect body and I nod. “Anything you want,” I whisper again. The words he first teased me with about his need in a wife come back to me and I raise an eyebrow in a teasing gesture.
He swallows the lump in his throat and cracks his neck hard as he pulls me into him by my behind. “Be careful what you wish for, precious, I don’t have it in me to be gentle tonight.” I feel my heart flutter as I bring my hand to the back of his head as he buries it into my shoulder. He once again rubs his engorged length into me as he growls into my neck.
“Will you two fucking cool it? We are at a charity ball, for Christ’s sake,” Cameron snaps as he looks around, embarrassed.
Joshua and I jump back from each other as we realize what we must look like. Jeez, what the hell am I doing?
“Fuck off,” Joshua snaps to Cameron as his eyes flick around in annoyance. “I will do what I like.”
Cameron frowns. “Go and do it against the wall then, we have to stand here while you two make a porno in front of our eyes.” Bridget clinks her glass with Cameron and Adrian and Abbie laugh.
I drop my head as I giggle in embarrassment and Joshua smiles and pulls me onto the dance floor.
“Dance with me, my beautiful slut, before I fuck you into next week,” he purrs.
I laugh out loud. “You are a born romantic, Stanton.”
He smiles broadly. “Sshh, don’t tell anyone.” He spins me around until we are at the back of the dance floor and we pick up exactly where we left off. Erection in my stomach, hand at the back of my head, tongue in my mouth and me desperately needing a change of underwear.
CHAPTER 22
Adrian
I stand with Cameron on the side of the dance floor. We watch Joshua spin Natasha around as they both laugh. No one else is in the room for them.
I smile broadly. “Have you even seen him dance with a girl before?” I ask Cameron as I drink my drink.
“Nope” Cameron shakes his head as his eyes stay glued to the two of them.
“Me neither.” I smile. “He’s like a different person with her.”
Cameron frowns. “If I ever get that pussy whipped, please get me castrated.”
I laugh into my drink. “Me too.” Cameron shakes his head in disgust.
“What?” I ask.
He shakes his head and takes a swig of his beer. “How is this going to go when that silly bitch sends this email to Natasha, huh? What then? It will be Armageddon once more.”