Page 122 of One Wealthy Wedding

I scramble to comply. He rises from the pool, water sluicing off him. I watch as he stalks toward me. I can’t look away. This isn’t the Theo I expected. He might be playful and teasing out of bed. But in bed, he’s rough and all-consuming.

And dirty.

He steps between my legs. He pushes his soaked shorts to the tile and wraps his hand around his cock.

So fucking dirty.

I love it. My chest heaves, and his eyes devour me.

“Are you on birth control?” He pushes into his hand. He looks ravenous for me.

I nod.

“Do you want me to use a condom?” His forearm flexes. His cock is far too big to fit in his hand, so I get an eyeful—the slick head, the veined shaft.

“I was tested. And I, um, haven’t been with anyone in a while.” Not something I’d normally admit.

His face takes on a viciously satisfied cast. “Me too. You’re good with this?”

“Theo. Please.” I squirm on the lounger.

He cocks his head. “I want consent. Tell me this is okay.” Another stroke, his hips pushing forward, his breath catching. He’s so casual about this, looking at me with that cocky amusement. He’ll make me wait. My body tightens at the idea of ceding control to him, letting him push into me, bare.

“I want it,” I say, my voice coming out shaky.

He smiles. “Lay back.”

I recline, my stomach jumping. Is he going to—oh, that’s not what I expected.

He strokes himself over me, and the visual of it is something I want to remember forever. I don’t know where to look—his burning gaze, his corded neck, his perfect chest, his hand working over his shaft. “You’re so hot like this,” he murmurs. “Spread out for me. I’ve spent so long wanting you.” He has? He means since I told him about the list. “Let me mark you, princess. I need to. I’ll make you scream, but first, give me this.”

“Please,” I whisper. I want it so badly, want him.

His body jerks. He’s close. His mouth goes slack.

“Fuck.”

His eyes are hot on mine as his stomach muscles ripple and he chokes a breath. And then he’s coming on my stomach, painting me with white.

His chest rises and falls in panting breaths. I’m so turned on that I can’t move. I’m frozen in place, drinking him in, hoping he’ll touch me again.

And then he drops to his knees and puts his mouth on me again. I’m sensitive from earlier, but Theo feels so good. His tongue is clever and hot, licking and swirling and lapping at me. And then he stops.

I open my eyes.

He slides a finger through the wetness on my stomach, raises a brow. He wants consent again. I’ve never done this before, but I want to do it with him. I give a shallow nod, and he responds with a satisfied smile. Then he pushes his finger inside me. It’s slick from his come, and this is so dirty. So dirty and so hot. I clench around him as he works his finger in and out, but I can’t finish.

“Another.” His voice is rough. “Give me another.”

“I can’t.” I can feel the orgasm just out of reach. My hips push up in frustration. “I’ve never had two, Theo, it’s okay.”

He adds a second finger. “There’s no pressure.” He blows a stream of air on my clit. “You don’t have to come.” He flicks the tip of his tongue over me, and the heaviness builds between my legs. “In fact, don’t. I love doing this. I could lick you all day. My favorite dessert. Better than chocolate.”

“Liar,” I pant.

He sucks my clit, hard, and I gasp. “I’m not lying. You taste good.” My body clenches around him, and he makes a pleased sound against me. “Don’t come, princess. Don’t even think about coming.” He crooks his fingers like he did the other night. “You’re so fucking hot like this. Marked with me. I love it.”

His rough voice sends shivers through me. The pleasure he’s building is like a pot of warm honey, thick and liquid inside of me, spreading from my clit, through my stomach and my legs. “I’m close,” I pant.

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