Page 133 of One Wealthy Wedding

He steps in, and the look in his eye forces me to take a step back. And another, until my back hits cool stone, and we’re enclosed by the velvet drapes that line this part of the balcony. Theo keeps coming until his broad shoulders and that impossibly handsome face fill my vision. His eyes are wild still and desperate.

He still hasn’t responded.

“The list,” I repeat. I need to circumscribe this, need to put him neatly in a box. “There’s public sex, and a really good blow—”

“Cat.” His voice is hoarse, and his face is pained.

“What?”

“Stop talking.”

His lips slant over mine. Theo’s kiss is open-mouthed, hot, desperate. He makes a hungry sound as I kiss him back. His hands are everywhere, kneading my hip, cupping my jaw. He’s drinking me in like he’s starving, like if he doesn’t kiss me right now, he’ll die.

I feel like I’m soaring as I push my hands under the shoulders of his jacket. He hisses a noise that might be yes and pushes me back into the wall.

Theo is rough and wild, and I love it.

He pulls one leg around his waist, then the other, until it’s just him and the wall holding me up. One buck of his hips, and I’m gasping into his mouth. He’s hard and hot, even through his suit pants, and oh god, right there. I cry out, and his hand comes over my mouth. My eyes fly open. His green ones are filling my vision.

“You need to keep quiet,” he murmurs. “The whole dance floor is below us. Can you do that?”

I nod, and he removes his hand.

He rolls his hips again while he watches my face.

“Fuck, Theo.”

He smiles sharply. “If you insist.” His mouth drops to my neck, and his fingers push my gown up to my thighs.

“This isn’t on the list.”

“It’s on my list,” he grits out. He kisses me again, hard and fast, before he presses his thumb over my clit. I choke back a cry.

“You’re so wet, princess.” His shuddering breath tells me he likes it. “Did you like when I was teasing you earlier?”

I nod, and he rewards me with another stroke. Pleasure streaks through me. My eyes are half-lidded, enough to see that Theo is watching me as he pushes my thong to the side and finally slides his fingers through the wetness between my legs. He watches me as he pushes one thick finger inside me. He kisses me before my gasp can give us away. And then he fucks me with his hand while he holds me up. It’s everything I can do not to cry out as he uses the heel of his palm on my clit and his fingers inside me, twisting and circling. He’s winding me tighter and tighter and I’m going to fall. Any second now, especially when he adds a second finger and I feel so impossibly full of him. My stomach is heavy and warm, and my legs are shaking.

“Theo, I can’t—” The ballroom is too close, and it’s too much. My breaths come harder, frustration rising, until Theo’s lips press into the crease of my neck, soft and warm. His stubble abrades my skin.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he says. “Let go for me.”

He’ll be there to catch me if I fall, and that makes all the difference.

He kisses me as I ride his hand, and his fingers plunge hard and fast into me. He swallows the sound of my orgasm as I moan into his mouth and clench around his fingers. The pleasure is sharp and sweet, and I sag against the wall when I’m done shaking.

Holy shit. My breaths are shallow and fast. I meet his eyes. He looks desperate still, like that orgasm took the edge off for me, but only stoked his hunger.

“The list, Theo.”

He lets my other leg drop. “Which item?” His voice is a harsh whisper. His hand goes to his belt buckle, and suddenly, I want nothing but this. Nothing but Theo and the way he looks at me like I’m the only woman he sees. Like watching me come on his hand fulfilled his every fantasy.

“Learn to give a really good blowjob,” I say.

He chokes a breath. “Really?” His lids close briefly.

“Are you okay?” I whisper.

“Give me a minute.” He swallows, his throat working. “Why do you want that?”

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