Page 35 of Forever Mr Black

If anything could crumble my resolve, it’s this.

A shiver of need runs through me, and I relax against the wall. Two seconds ago, I was worried about us being late. Now, I don’t want him to stop. His fingers pause at my black lace knickers before he tugs them off and hitches my dress up to my waist.

Hungry eyes rake up my body. “You have no idea how much it turns me on to know you’re ready for me to fuck you.”

I’m captivated, my feet rooted to the spot as I wait for him to do whatever he’s about to. He lifts up my right foot, slips my underwear off, and then does the same with the left. I know he’s distracting me, like he always does, to get what he wants, and this time, I don’t care. I’m aching for him. And when his firm, hot tongue slowly licks my clitoris, all thoughts about being late to the party are banished to the back of my mind. I sag back against the wall as he gives me what I want, moaning as he repeats the motion.

“Don’t stop.”

But he doesn’t obey. I snap open my eyes at the feel of his lips leaving my throbbing clit.

He smirks and gets to his feet, tugging my dress down.

“We definitely don’t have time for that.” He throws my words from a few seconds earlier back at me.

He’s brought me as close to the edge as he is and then backed away. He’s getting his own back.

I force myself to regain some composure. “I need my underwear. I can’t turn up to our engagement party knickerless.”

“Of course you can.” He tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear and presses a kiss to my lips. “No one will know. It will just be our secret. And it’s one less thing for me to rip off later.” His eyes level with mine. “Because when we get home, I’m going to punish you for teasing me.”

The word punish should have me worried, but it doesn’t. The throb between my legs tells me I like the idea—maybe more than I should.

“How?” I whisper.

He catches my bottom lip between his teeth and then releases it. “I’m going to make you beg.”

Fuck.

He takes me by the hand, smiling. “Come on. Like you said, we can’t be late.”

The early evening sunshine beats down on the Surrey countryside as we pull up outside the front of Barbara’s house. Nerves bubble to the surface as I glance across at the rows of cars parked on the driveway,

“Your mum said fifty guests are coming,” I say worriedly, unlatching my seat belt. “That’s quite a lot of people to cater for.”

“It’ll be fine.” He rests a reassuring hand on top of mine. “Mum’s an old hand at this stuff.”

“It’s not that. It’s just … all these people are here to see us. I’m used to being the one who does all the planning in the background, so other people are the centre of attention. I stay backstage. I’m not used to being in the spotlight. Not to mention, it’s the first time our parents will meet.”

“Well, now’s your time to shine. People have come to celebrate our happy news with us. And our parents will get on fine. Between your mum and mine, poor old Martin won’t be able to get a word in. Stop worrying. It’s our evening.” He gives my hand a squeeze. “Now, come on. I want to show off my beautiful fiancée.”

The faint sound of music and chatter can be heard coming from the back of the house as we climb out of the car.

“Sounds as if everyone’s in the garden,” Art says. “We might as well go round the side.”

We walk hand in hand across the grass and round to the back garden.

He flicks me a grin. “How’s going commando suiting you?”

“It’s breezy.” I throw him a pointed look. “And you need to be on your best behaviour this evening.”

He laughs. “I’m not making any promises. Especially when you look like that. I might have to drag you off somewhere and have my wicked way with you.”

“I mean it. Our parents are here, so you need to keep your hands to yourself,” I warn him because if he does try anything, I won’t be able to resist him.

“Okay, okay. I’ll be good. Scout’s honour.” He flashes me a cheeky grin. “Until I get you home.”

I don’t get time to question what the hell he’s got planned as we turn the corner of the house and arrive at the patio. The whole of the terrace and garden is filled with guests, eating and drinking. Some are sitting on white patio furniture beneath large parasols, and others are standing in groups, chatting and laughing. Waiters dressed in smart black uniforms are scurrying around, holding silver trays and black slates filled with glasses of champagne and delicious-looking canapés. Everyone seems to be having a good time. It all looks wonderful.

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