Page 141 of Before I Loved You

Is it possible to think a disco ball is sexy? Because that’s what she looks like, a fucking sexy disco ball.

“Don’t you think she looks hot, Paul?” Vanessa lightly shoves her elbow into my stomach, catching me out of my trance.

“Yeah. Yes. Yes. Definitely. You…umm, you look really beautiful, Sarah,” I respond, clearing my throat.

A lovely shade of pink spreads over her cheeks. “Thanks, Paul.”

“So, Sarah, who’d you come here with?” Nate asks, looking between the two of us. The fucker. He’s dying for us to tell everyone so he doesn’t have to keep the secret any longer.

All in good time, my friend.

Sarah plays it cool, shaking her head. “Oh, no one.”

“Really? What a coincidence because Paul’s not here with anyone either. Right, Paul?” Nate raises his brows with a smirk that I wish I could wipe from his face.

A bit of my drink goes down the wrong pipe, so I bang my chest as I glare at Nate and say, “Right.”

“Hey, Paul. It looks like Sarah could use a refill,” Vanessa points out, and I’m thankful for the distraction.

“Yeah, of course. I can get you whatever you want.”

Knowing she couldn’t have any alcohol, I put a bottle of sparkling cider aside in the fridge so she could still feel like she was having a normal New Year’s Eve night with everyone. I motion for her to follow me, and she walks closely behind me. I let my hand hang behind my back, and once we’re out of the group’s eyesight, her fingers intertwine with mine as I lead her through the crowded house and into the kitchen, which is a little quieter.

“Do you think they know?” she asks. “Well, we know Nate does, but do you think the others do?” She throws her hands in the air and then rubs her temple. “God, I’m so nervous to tell them.”

I shake my head, laughing. “No way. But they will soon enough.” She leans against the counter, and I place my hand on her hip, my fingers trailing over the fabric of her dress. “How did everything go at the studio?”

She smiles. “Good. I just had one last painting to work on, but I’m pretty much finished with the others. Maybe just a few last-minute touch-ups.” She lets out a deep breath. “I think…I’m as ready as I’ll ever be for the show in a few weeks.”

Knowing she’s nervous when she has not a damn thing to be nervous about, I kiss her temple and say, “I’m sure they’re beautiful, and I can’t wait to see them.” Reaching into the fridge, I pull out the sparkling cider.

“I can’t have champagne.”

“I know, so I went to the store today to get you this.” I turn the bottle around so she can see the label, and I watch as a grateful smile appears on her face.

“You did that for me?”

“Don’t even act like this is a big gesture, baby girl. This is just a man making sure his woman is taken care of.”

She pulls on my shirt, bringing her face closer to mine. The intoxicating scent of her apple honey shampoo fills my nostrils. “I really do love it when you sound like a caveman and act all possessive of me.”

I place the cider on the counter and lean down, brushing my lips across her ear. “Well, I hope you’re ready. Because as soon as the secret is out, everyone, and I mean everyone, will know that you’re mine.”

She bites her bottom lip. “Keep talking like that.”

“Like what?” My hand grips her chin, forcing her lips dangerously close to mine. “Like how all I want to do is fuck you in that closet.” My eyes linger on the small closet door down the hall before landing back on her, watching her lips part. “I want to thrust my cock so hard into you that you’ll feel me for days, thinking only of me.” I back her against the counter, caging her in as I brush my erection against her stomach. The whimper coming from her luscious lips drives me wild with need. “And I want to feel your pretty pussy coming apart on my cock harder than you ever have before.” She subtly starts to grind against me, searching for friction. And I can’t wait to find out how wet she is for me. “Do you think you can do that for me?”

“There’s only one way to find out,” she whispers, half in a lust state.

Hastily, I take her hand and look around, ensuring no one notices us before pulling us into the cramped closet stuffed with jackets and who knows what else. Turning the dim light on, I observe Sarah being the good girl she is as she braces herself against the wall, legs apart, scrunching up the hem of her dress, revealing her black lace panties as she sticks her ass out and waits for me.

“Don’t make me wait,” she says in a breathless plea.

I stand directly behind her, my cock practically rubbing itself on its own against her voluptuous ass. My hand reaches down between her legs, slowly tracing a single finger across the middle of her underwear, back and forth.

“You’re soaking wet.” I spread a trail of kisses across her shoulders. “Does the thought of getting caught turn you on, baby girl?”

“Paul…”

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