Page 148 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession

He kneels before me, lifting my leg over his shoulder while I hold on to him, “You just worry about keeping your voice down. And the fact that you have approximately two minutes to come. Otherwise, I will leave you here to finish on your own, and you can meet me at the altar.”

“Great an ultimatum, and a threat. How utterly romantic– Ah! Oh God, Ethan…” I lose the rest of my words under his skillful fingers and tongue, and in less than two minutes, I’m trembling and groaning out my orgasm.

“Magnificent,” he praises, “always a fucking pleasure.” He gives me a handkerchief and wipes his hands and face on his.

We are all set to return when we hear a knock, followed by a growl, “Ye think ye could maybe come out and finish the ceremony first, so we’re not all sat here like muppets while yer off havin’ a bit of craic? Jaysus!”

Twiggy! My eyes pop, and my face is aflame with embarrassment. Did they hear me? I glare at Ethan and whisper-shout. “It’s all your fault, you started talking dirty and–”

“You’re the one who was so overtaken with need you had me dragging you into the broom closet to put you out of your misery.” He grins unrepentantly.

“I gasp. You’re–” I’m mortified. “I don’t even think I want to get married again.”

Ethan burst into laughter. “Oh yes, you are, if I have to drag you kicking and screaming.”

“Will ye get a move on lads!” Twiggy barks.

“And there’s our cue,” Ethan gives me a quick peck. “We gotta go now. By the way, baby, that blush looks spectacular on you.” He pulls me toward the door. “Come, let’s go make you an Ethan Hawthorne.”

“Eww.” I follow him, though.

“I know, I love you too.”

THE END

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