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Pulling my panties farther to the side, I slip my finger between my wet folds, grazing my clit. Loki tracks each movement, then slides his hands up, keeping my panties to the side. He growls, his heated eyes fixed on the sight of us joining.

I lean back, using my fingers to spread my pussy. He watches as I draw up and sink back down, his own fingers joining mine. I let my fingers graze along my clit and then spread around his cock, feeling him disappear inside me.

He moans, his breath is heavy as I slide my fingers back up, pressing on my clit. He growls low, no doubt a warning, but the vibration it sends through my body has my head falling back, my hips rolling with abandon.

I’m so close. The ache is too strong to deny any longer. My fingers work my clit faster, and I moan, the sound almost drowned out by the party downstairs. My pussy clenches around him, and I feel his thumbs dip lower, teasing the edge of my entrance as his cock slides in and out. I can’t hold back. Just as my orgasm hits, I sink a finger past his back entrance.

My vision turns hazy, stars dancing in its path, and my hearing is muffled. The force of our joint release drowns out his protests. Each jolt of his climax hits me deep inside, triggering aftershocks that wrack my body.

“Holy fuck!” he hollers, his hips jutting up as he tries to bury himself deeper.

Once I feel like I can see, I fall forward, my eyelids fluttering closed as complete euphoria takes over me. “Mmm…” I hum, completely satiated, my body lifeless.

His head flops back on the Chapel table, a slow smirk crossing his face as he shakes his head. “That was some fucking stunt you’re going to pay for later,” he says, still catching his breath. His tone tells me he enjoyed it just as much as I knew he would.

“Promises, promises,” I tease, shaking my ass.

Thwack!

He slaps both ass cheeks, squeezing hard and holding me still as he drives into me again with a final grunt. “It did feel fucking good, though,” he admits. “But don’t you dare tell anyone you just shoved a finger in my ass.”

Grinning at him, I lean down and briefly press my lips to his. “You need to learn to trust me more.”

Snorting out a laugh, he waggles his brows. “I trust you, just maybe warn me next time.”

Smirking, I shrug. “Now, where’s the fun in that?”

He scowls at me, his fingers gently trailing up my back, but then he grins. “As much as I want to stay here with you, we need to get moving.”

“Oh shit! Poppy’s party!” Reality crashes back in, and I struggle to roll off him and hop to the floor. “Move, Loki. We can’t miss it.”

He watches as I scramble to get dressed, pulling on my dress and shifting my panties back in place. “What a shame you will have to wear those until after the party. No trying to sneak off to clean up either,” he warns as he stands and pulls up his boxers and jeans, doing up his belt. “That can be part of your punishment,” he says smugly.

He reaches out for me, and I step into his embrace. If my panties were soaked before, they are flat-out ruined now. Each step will be a reminder of what we got up to in the Chapel, no one the wiser.

Little does he know, Ilovethe idea.

With a gentle touch, he smooths my hair, then kisses me lightly on the forehead. “Ready?”

I nod and lead the way, unlocking the door.

Just as I open it, the ruckus from downstairs travels up, and someone shouts, “Cake!”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Loki

With my legs still feeling like jelly, Bea takes my hand, pulling me down the stairs at a rapid pace. “C’mon, babe. We have to be around for the cake,” she urges with excitement clear in her tone.

Grinning wide, I pick up my pace, racing faster down the stairs toward everyone gathering in the middle of the clubhouse. “Damn, woman, I had no idea you loved cake so fucking much,” I tease.

Snapping her head back at me, she glares while still smirking at me. “Shut up. I just want to sing happy birthday to Poppy and Louis, that’s all.”

Rolling my eyes as we step up behind everyone, I wrap my arms around Bea’s waist and hold her to me tightly. “Uh-huh. You keep telling yourself that. You might fool people into thinking you’re a health nut with this app, but I know you, Bea. You love candy and junk food just as much as the rest of us.”

She turns her head, peering back at me. “Maybe, but you just never know what can happen when cake comes out. It makes people do weird things,” she states just as Clover and Wes walk out from the kitchen, carrying a huge tray with two cakes on it.

I go to ask her what the hell she means by that, but I’m cut off by Wes launching into a verse of “Happy Birthday.” Bea giggles under her breath, turning to face the action as we all sing along.

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