Page 134 of One Wealthy Wedding

“It seems powerful,” I say.

“Powerful,” he repeats. “Yeah, I guess it is.” His mouth lifts. “Get on your knees.” The command pings through me, primal and satisfying. I comply.

“You want this?” His hand cradles my jaw. His thumb brushes my lips. His voice might be hard, but his eyes are soft. “I like it rough, Cat. You might not enjoy this.”

“Yes.” The word escapes on a breath. Rough sounds delicious.

He undoes his belt with sharp, jerky movements, and when his cock finally springs free, I freeze. He’s big. Really big. I saw how big he was at the pool, but now he’s about to be in my mouth, and he’s smirking at me like he knows what I’m thinking. I don’t have time to react, because his thumb presses into my lip until my mouth parts. With a zing of awareness, I realize I’m at his mercy. And I don’t have to know how to do any of this, because Theo will walk me through it. Theo, who’s looking at me like he’s never wanted anything more than fifteen minutes with me behind a curtain.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

I love that he isn’t too nice for this. That instead of treating me like glass, he’s fisting his cock and forcing my lips open.

I suck him inside, savoring the taste of salt and skin. His hoarse sound of pleasure is everything.

“You want me to talk you through it?”

I make a sound of agreement and twine my tongue over the top of his cock. I can’t reach all of him. Not even close. His hips buck, and he laughs softly. “Maybe you don’t need me to talk you through it.” I do it again, just to hear his harsh exhale. “I like a little edge,” he says, his voice low and dark. “Use your hand. Yeah, like that. No, more. Grip it.”

I tighten my grip, and he gasps a breath.

“Now suck.”

I suck. He groans.

“More. Use your teeth. Scrape them—oh fuck, like that.” His cock thickens in my hand.

I let him hit the back of my throat, and he braces himself against the wall. I can watch his face like this, see how his mouth goes slack when I use my hand and my mouth at the same time.

“Cat, that’s too good.” His eyes are shut and his hips are chasing my mouth every time I suck him inside.

I feel impossibly powerful. Like a goddess, or a queen. His hand tangles in my hair.

“More,” he grits out. “Can you do that?”

I nod.

He hits the back of my throat again and again. He’s guiding me, taking from me, falling apart for me. I don’t have to think, I can just be.

“That’s too good,” he whispers. “Oh baby, like that, use your hand.” He chokes another breath. “Will you swallow?” His eyes meet mine.

I nod again.

“Fuck. I’m going to—” His cock jerks, and he spurts into my mouth, salty and thick and not at all gross. In fact, sucking him down while he watches me is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. “Take it all,” he commands, pumping into my mouth. “Don’t waste a drop.”

My eyes go wide, and he grins. “Didn’t know I was into that,” he says, and I want to laugh. When he finally slips out of my mouth, he lingers, breathing heavy, leaning against the wall. I sit back on my heels, trembling.

“That was hot as fuck,” he whispers.

I start to laugh but cover my mouth so no one downstairs can hear us. Theo is laughing too. The sound fills me up. He pulls me up under my arms and helps me set my dress to rights. He’s grinning the whole time. I am too.

“This is dumb,” I whisper. “We’re dumb.”

“I’d do it again,” he says as he checks the back of my dress. “I’d do the whole damn list with you behind a curtain.”

My chest pinches. Because after tonight, it doesn’t seem like the list will ever be enough.

I wake the next morning to Theo knocking on my door. I open it blearily. He’s clothed. Damn. He sent me to bed last night with a wicked grin and a promise that his door was unlocked, but I couldn’t do it. Without the list between us, I’m not sure where we’d stand.

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