Page 91 of Golden Burn

“You make me forget to breathe,” she whispers against my lips.

Encircling her back with my arms, suit pulled tight and too hot, I rest my forehead against hers and reply, “You make mewantto breathe.”

Etta whimpers and kisses me with so much force we both lose our balance. Laughing, I cup her ass and squeeze as I find the sensitive spot on her neck and lick till I’m high. Etta won’t stop moaning and gasping and kissing. Her nails cut through my blazer jacket, hungry for me.

She confirms it when she begs, “I need more.”

I can’t lift her and spread her legs like I want to. The dress is too long, and this place isn’t exactly secure. A few more minutes, and everyone will start to get suspicious. But fuck. How can I stop?

I slow my assault so I can concentrate on pulling the pins from the veil. Etta sighs against my mouth when it falls away. Then she kisses my cheek, my jaw, my neck, and goosebumps break out all over my skin. Fingering the zipper between her shoulder blades, her quick inhales slow. She gives me the sexiest look I’ve ever seen, and my cock hardens to stone.

“Mr. Bolt,” she whispers seductively. “Mrs. Bolt is feeling particularly insatiable.”

Groaning, I kiss her hard, my tongue devouring her mouth. I lean over the top of her, pushing her back onto the table. Her dress makes it difficult for her to relax fully, and when she leans on her elbows, it pushes her breasts up to her chin. In the stark lighting, I can see how stiff her nipples have become. My mouth waters, my lower abdomen pulses.

“I’m going to be fantasizing during dinner about all the ways I’m going to officially make you my wife.”

“Tell me,” she begs. “Tell me, my husband.”

“I’m going to fuck your tits and your sweet pussy.” She whimpers as my mouth finds her nipple, stiff and swelling under her dress. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”

“Yeah? And what about my mouth?”

“I was saving the best for last. But yes, I’ll fuck your mouth, too.”

“I’m not much of a blowjob girl.”

That makes me smile. “I’ll change your mind.”

“Only you could.” She laughs and moans at the same time.

It’s rough and frantic how desperately I’m kissing her, but Etta is an electrified mess beneath me. She has to bite my neck when my hands squeeze and massage her tits.

If I make it quiet, no one will come and find us.

We’re both moaning, touching places on each other’s bodies we can’t get enough of.

“Please,” she whimpers, grabbing my hand and placing it on her lower stomach, her leg hitching upward. My hips buck against her, and I’m a second away from giving into my new wife when someone knocks on a door.

Not the door we entered, but another, to the right, that completely blends in with the wall. Etta freezes, but I draw the gun at my back in a split second and hold it up. I’m fucking kicking myself for not having noticed it.

“It’s me,” Dom calls.

We both deflate, our lips red and raw, our bodies tight with need. We drop our hands to our own bodies, adjusting here and there to make it seem like we weren’t about to fuck right after we said our vows.

“What is it?” I call.

“There’s someone who would like to speak to you.” I groan, but Dom adds, “Privately.” I trust Dom implicitly. If he thinks this is important, then I have to hear him out. My dick doesn’t want to agree.

I turn to Etta and she nods. “It’s fine.”

“Stay behind me.”

She fixes her dress quickly and smirks. “I will.”

“Come in.” I adjust my stance until I’m standing in front of her as Dom enters from what appears to be the servers’ entrance that leadsback into the kitchens, followed by a young man. Roberto. I recognize the face, the impressive height, black curly hair and cutesy brown eyes that hide a shit ton of secrets. He’s one of the newest members of the Lombardo circle and quite close with Cerbera. We didn’t classify him as high risk, considering he hasn’t got a violent reputation. But he is smart, and Cerbera trusts his judgment.

I hate to admit I’m intrigued.

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