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‘Please what?’
‘I want you.’
‘And you’ll have me. Later.’ I lower my face to her sex. ‘Now, watch me while I make you come on my face.’
‘You’re so bad,’ she whispers.
‘I think I might have mentioned it along the way.’ I roll my tongue between her legs relentlessly as she moans and bucks and grinds against my face.
It takes mere seconds before she shatters, screaming my name as she climaxes. Satisfaction soars through my soul. I lick up every drop of cum from between her trembling thighs, then pull her dress up from around her waist, reluctantly covering her breasts again.
‘Our guests are waiting,’ I remind her, offering her my hand and pulling her up to a standing position before reaching around to zip her up.
Her hand gravitates to my crotch again. My dick is in serious danger of splitting my trousers open. ‘Let them.’
‘Greedy wench.’ I capture her lips with mine. Her eyelids flutter half closed as she tastes herself. I pull back, swatting her hand away, while I still can.
‘The night is long,’ I remind her. ‘It will be for you, anyway.’ I smirk.
‘Is that a threat or a promise?’ She palms my chest again.
‘Both.’
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We take the stairs, hand in hand. His thick fingers thread through mine. ‘I feel bare,’ I admit, eyeing the pocket that he stashed my panties in.
‘Get used to it.’ He guides me back into our reception, leaning down to murmur in my ear, ‘I’m going to steal every thong you own, so I can have easy access any time I want it.’
‘Welcome back,’ Ciaran homes in on us right away, flanked by Owen and Cathal. They’re all wearing the same knowing smile. ‘We took bets on whether you’d come back down at all.’ He turns to Owen, plucks a hundred euro note from his pocket and slaps it in his palm.
Owen grins and shoves it in his pocket. ‘I told you he wouldn’t miss his own party.’
‘Right, let’s get this first dance done. I need an excuse to hold Abby close to my chest.’ Ciaran flashes me a small smile. ‘I think she’s warming to me.’
My poor friend.
I doubt it.
I scan the room until I find her. She’s tucked away at the bar with Sheila and Mama K. She shoots me a small smile and holds up her champagne glass in a toast. I know she doesn’t approve. It was written all over her face this afternoon, but surely she can see I’m happy? Dominic treats me like his queen—in and out of the bedroom.
The wedding planner appears beside us. ‘There you are!’ she exclaims, then turns to the band set up in the corner of the room. The singer looks suspiciously like the lead singer from Amber, but it couldn’t be, could it?
I turn to Dom, who’s watching me with a smile. ‘Is that…?’
He nods. ‘I will spend however long we have together doing my best to make you happy. Happy and flushed.’ He winks. ‘And for all the right reasons.’
This man.
My husband.
He continues to amaze me.
‘Come on.’ Dom pulls me onto the dancefloor. The lights dim, bar the spotlights shining on us. He takes my hand in his as our guests gather round. The first few notes ring through the air. It’s not an Amber song. It’s a cover.
Lewis Capaldi.
