Page 104 of One Wealthy Wedding

“We said no sex.”

This is the road to perdition. I’ll touch her and I’ll be right back to fantasizing about her constantly, and hating myself for it.

Walk away.

“This isn’t sex,” I say. “Besides, I saw the way you were looking at me last night.” She stared at me like she couldn’t get enough, and I wanted to shout my triumph. She’s never looked at Grant the way she looked at me. “I’ll make this good. You can check it off the list.”

She lets out a shuddery breath. I wait, my fingers curling into my palm, my body taut.

“Just this once,” she finally says. She lifts her eyes to meet mine. “Show me. Tell me what to do.”

I blow out a breath. She trusts me. My chest expands with something warm and buoyant.

“Take off your shorts and straddle me,” I say.

“I thought you’d want me on my back.”

“Who’s giving the orders here? You or me?”

“Fine,” she huffs, before she lands on my lap, and my whole body comes alive.

I thought I wanted Cat before. It turns out I didn’t know what desire was. Because as she looks down at me, nervous and needy and trusting, with those melted chocolate eyes and those sinful lips, I think I’m going to combust. I slide my hands up her thighs, where I’ve never touched her before, her soft skin like silk against my palms. I drink in each shudder as I reach the hem of her shirt.

Her palms land on my thighs as mine reach the skin of her stomach. It’s so hard to go slow, and Cat must agree, because she says “Theo” with breathy urgency and grinds down on my cock.

Sparks zip through me at the contact, and I fist my hands in her shirt. “None of that,” I say.

“You’re taking too long,” she mutters.

“Oh, did you want me to rush?” I ask, as I tug her forward. “I’ve heard the best orgasms are rushed,” I tease.

“Of course you’d be like this in bed,” she mutters, but she’s smiling.

I swirl my tongue over her nipple through the silk. “We’re doing this my way,” I respond. If I only get to have Cat once, I want to make the most of it.

“Tell me how it feels,” I say, before I pull her other nipple into my mouth.

“Why?” she asks.

I drop one hand to her ass and squeeze. “Because then I can do more of what you like. That’s the point, princess. Or did no one ever tell you that before?”

She doesn’t respond, just lets out a breathy moan when I bite gently at her nipple.

“I like that.”

“Tell me more,” I urge her, as my hands work to tie her shirt in a knot at her back.

She sighs her pleasure as I switch to the other nipple and then blow on the wet fabric. She arches into my hands. “God, I’ve wanted to do that so many times,” I say raggedly.

“You have?”

“Every time you wear one of these shirts.” My hands drift between her legs, brushing over the soft hair there, the even softer skin.

“I wear these shirts a lot.”

“Exactly,” I say, as I press seeking fingers to the wetness of her pussy.

She jolts. “Oh.”

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