Page 132 of One Wealthy Wedding

His chuckle vibrates through me.

“You think I’m going to lose? I’m counting cards, so it’s not likely.” His words are a mere breath in my ear.

I laugh, causing people to look at us, and he growls under his breath.

“It’s like you want me to teach you a lesson,” he murmurs. His hand slides down my dress until he curls his fingers under the hem. His thumb traces a circle on my thigh as he slides his cards forward to indicate that he folds.

The next hand makes me suck in a breath. His thumb inches higher until it reaches the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Is he going to touch me? Right here, where everyone could see? He stills. I guess not.

I want to be that girl, even if the thought of someone seeing Theo’s large hand pushing my dress up makes me want to hide. I want his hand to continue. I want to fall into him and let him sweep me away. I tip my head back on his shoulder. Please, Theo.

When the flop comes, I make that little noise again. He digs punishing fingers into my leg. Yes.

I shift, and he makes an unbearably sexy sound. A strangled curse that he swallows. Oh. His erection is pressing against me. Just like the other morning. I want him to move. I desperately want him to shift closer to me like he did in bed. I pretended to be asleep, but I was completely focused on him, like I am now.

His fingers slip higher, soothing the bruised skin he grabbed, skimming ever so lightly until he gets to my lace underwear.

He’s still winning, still chatting. Aiden Prince wins a hand, and Theo congratulates him. Aiden gives a regal nod, looking right at me as Theo’s finger brushes over the lace between my legs. My skin trembles. It’s the lightest of caresses. Not enough.

“Please,” I whisper.

Theo’s lips caress my ear. “You want me inside you? Right here? Where anyone could see?”

“The list.”

He stills, and his fingers turn punishing, squeezing my thigh. “Sure. The list.” In a heartbeat, the lace is pushed aside, and his fingers are stroking slow and soft, circling my clit, teasing me, making me rock against his thumb. He resettles my dress over my thighs and wins another hand.

It’s all I can do to keep my lids from fluttering shut as he strokes me.

Theo and Aiden are left. Everyone else is ignoring them, too focused on drinking and the game they’ve set up on the side. Theo is unbothered, laughing and smiling as he wins hand after hand. Aiden’s face is getting blacker and more intense as they play.

How is he doing this? How is Theo making jokes while he counts cards and brings me to the edge of orgasm with one hand? He’s brilliant. Utterly fucking brilliant, and when he wins another hand, I shudder.

“You like that?” he whispers. His voice is rough and his breath is hot and damp. Aiden isn’t looking. He’s pushing back from the table to get another drink.

“I like when you win,” I murmur. “You’re so fucking”—I sigh as his thick finger presses into me—“competent.”

“Is that what turns you on?” The words are so low in my ear as to be almost inaudible. His finger curls just right.

“You’re the smartest man I know,” I respond. It’s so hot. It’s so fucking hot how good Theo is at what he does. He’s stronger and funnier and smarter than any man in the room. He looks better in a tux than any of them. He’s worked harder than any of them to get to the top. If biology tells us to choose the apex predator, the strongest hunter, then I choose him.

He’s still under me, his breathing labored. The only sign of his discomfort.

And then he yanks his hand away, pushes us back from the table, and turns to Aiden.

“You win, Prince. I need to be alone with my wife.”

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He pulls me from the room and leads me down a hall.

“Where are we going?” I laugh as he nearly runs up the marble staircase that leads to the second floor.

“I need you,” he bites out. He slides to a stop on the balcony, then rounds on me. Sounds of merriment drift up from the crowd below, a reminder that we are very much not alone. Theo’s expression has a feral edge, like he might push my dress up and fuck me, but it will be out of his control.

“What are we doing, Theo? Is this for the list?”

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