Page 115 of Their Greatest Strength

The muttered “Is that him?” or “Do you think he would take a photo with us?” most likely. They’re camouflaged now with EDM lyrics.

We’re supposed to be here to show off our marriage, and I’m more than happy to do that. As long as Blakely’s safe.

She pushes her ass back against my groin, and I hiss a breath,letting my thoughts go. A second arm moves up my body to hang from my neck as she moves with more confidence.

Dipping my head, I pepper kisses along her collarbone and up her neck. “Careful, Blakely.”

She shakes with a laugh I can’t hear. The slow roll of her hips becomes more purposeful, forcing my groan into the open.

I’m already tempted to haul her into the bathroom and peel her dress up her hips, and this isn’t helping at all. Instead of the bathroom, I’m contemplating leaving altogether.

“Don’t be quick on the trigger, Jamie,” she taunts with a nip at my jaw.

There’s no doubt in my mind that the first time I get inside of her, I’ll be worse than quick. Try instant.

I tune out the music and cameras recording our every movement, choosing to focus only on Blakely. Her touch is blisteringly hot as it glides up and down my neck, her nails taking a detour into my hair to tug at it every few passes.

My cock throbs, too restrained in my jeans while she rubs back against me, the hem of her dress rising higher with every sway of her hips. I slide my hand from her stomach to her upper thigh, holding it there.

“Do you know how easy it would be to get to your pussy like this?” I ask, my tone so garbled and strained that I’m not sure how she makes out the words with the music around us.

She moves faster, encouraging the dress to slip higher, touching my fingertips. “Maybe that was the point.”

“If you want me between your legs, all you have to do is ask, baby.”

“I don’t want to have to ask.”

My brows shoot up. “You want spontaneous, then?”

She answers with a sassy swish of her hips before leaning forward slightly and glancing at me over her shoulder. My throat strains with a swallow as I run my palm up her spine and finally bury my fingers in her thick curls. Letting go of the partof my brain that warns me we’re not alone, I fist her hair and use the hold to haul her back to me.

Her head falls against my shoulder, rolling slowly before I’m sucking at her throat. I don’t pull back until I’m positive I’ve left a mark.

“Do you know what the headlines are going to say tomorrow?” I ask into her ear.

She shakes her head, unable to speak as she rocks back against my body, muscles loose. I hold her low on her hip and plant my cock firmly against her ass.

“Jamie Bateman was unable to keep his hands to himself at Altitude and lays a public claim on his stunning wife in front of everyone who couldn’t take their eyes off her,” I growl, every inch of my skin buzzing with anticipation. “They could write any headline, and I’d be proud of it. Of being the man here with you tonight and the one who gets to take you home. Every single one of them wants to be in my place, Blakely. But you’re not available, are you?”

She buries her face in my throat, glossy lips spreading over every inch of me that she kisses, laying her own claim.

I shift my hold to the side of her ass and squeeze. “Are you, wife?”

“No. I’m not available,” she pants, her hands drifting to my hips and then to where we’re connected.

Holding steady, I ensure there’s no room for her to slip through and grab my dick. That’s a headline in the making that would cross the line into the Blakely freak-out category.

“We’re leaving,” I tell her.

I’m already collecting her hands in mine and pushing us toward the exit before she can reply. If I don’t get us both out of here now, my fantasy of taking her in the bathroom will be reality.

The team is up in VIP still, probably snooping on us right now. I puff out my chest at that, proud that I’ve made it clear she isn’t up for grabs.

Blakely doesn’t fight me as I lead us past the bouncer and through the doors. It’s chilly tonight, and she doesn’t have a jacket, so I move even quicker. When we make it to the curb, I wave down the cab coming our way.

“I haven’t seen you move that quick anywhere but the field,” Blakely teases.

“I’ve got priorities right now.”

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