Page 103 of One Wealthy Wedding

I let my fingers splay over her stomach and my mouth drop to her neck. I want her so badly, and she’s right here. Just one taste. I press my lips to her neck, right at the juncture of her shoulder. The perfect divot. She smells like warm skin and sleep and the fancy body products I stock. She uses my body products. Right. She showers next to me, and we use the exact same soap. Why am I so turned on by that? I suck lightly on her skin, trying to draw her very essence into my body.

“Theo?” She says my name sleepily.

I freeze, then I roll onto my back. This was a mistake. I put an arm over my eyes and try to calm my body.

Cat shifts until I can feel her staring at me.

“Go back to sleep,” I say. “I’ll be gone in a minute.” I need to work out, maybe call Jonah to box. He’s probably with Callie, and he’ll kill me for bothering him. Cole, then. He’s always up for a brief skate after practice to cool down. I can meet him on the ice. I reach for the bedside table, scrabbling for my phone, but finding…very much not my phone.

“What’s this?” I ask. The smooth device in my hand is long and pink, and there’s a box on the table next to it. G-spot vibe, it says on the side. “Is this new?”

“Hmm?” Cat sits up, and I finally let myself look at her. Her hair is tumbling around her shoulders, her eyes are sleepy, and the strap of her tank has dipped so low that her nipple is almost popping out. I’ve never hated a shirt more.

“Oh no.” She reaches across to grab it, but I jerk it away.

She lands on my chest.

“Theo, give it here.”

“When did you get this? I haven’t heard you using it.” And I’ve been listening. Because with the amount of jerking off I’ve been doing, I’ve hoped that Cat was similarly afflicted.

“The walls aren’t that thin,” she huffs, sitting up and sliding the strap of her tank back up. “Besides, I used it in the shower.”

Fuck. Now all I can think about is Cat, her body slick with water, muffling her orgasm with a hand over her mouth.

“Was it, uh, good?”

“It was fine. Nothing to write home about. I got it at the lingerie store, if you must know.”

I turn it over in my hands. “It looks high quality. What’s the problem?”

“The problem?” Her voice comes out strangled, and I look up at her. She’s flushed, and her nipples poke against the silk of her top. Her eyes in the morning look like melted chocolate.

“Yeah,” I say hoarsely. “A G-spot orgasm should be the best orgasm you can imagine, especially if you touch your clit too.”

“Please stop talking,” she says.

“You must have been doing it incorrectly.”

“Theo.” She shuts her eyes. “I’ll get a new one and try again. Don’t worry, it’ll get checked off.”

Realization dawns. “This is on the list. You’ve never had a real G-spot orgasm, and you want one.”

“I have had one.”

“One you didn’t give yourself?” I ask, even though I don’t really want to know.

“Please just divorce me and leave me here to die,” she responds, which I’m going to take as a no.

“That’s a crime, princess. You deserve one.”

She groans in response, looking pained. I laugh softly and place the vibrator on the bedside table. “I could give it to you.”

Bad idea. My heart gives a hard kick of acknowledgement. But I want to be the man to do this for Cat.

She cracks one lid. “Give what to me?”

“A G-spot orgasm. It’ll be better than a vibrator. You might need me to curl my fingers more.” I try for casual, but my voice comes out like gravel. I’m incredibly turned on and desperate to touch her.

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