Page 11 of Mastered by Them
“Troy, what would it take for you and Edmund to leave all this?”
Her question seems to come out of nowhere, but she must’ve been thinking on it for a while. Her smile is still in place, but it’s a serious question. One I’ve thought about often.
“We aren’t leaving it.” I take her free hand in mine. “We can’t.”
She sighs. “I guess I can’t leave my family, either. Best I can do is misbehave a little, have a good time.”
I can see where this is going, and much as I’d like to…”Not tonight.”
She tugs on my hand, pulling me toward the boat house. “I want to take that thick cock of yours in my mouth, Troy.”
A passing server hears her, loud and clear. His eyes go wide in shock.
I clap a hand over Dani’s lips. “Nope. Not tonight.”
She shakes her head free of my hand, laughing. “Why? It would feel good. I got head earlier, behind the boat house. It’s fun. You’ll like it.”
“You’re drunk, baby girl.” I take her empty champagne flute and lead her to a decorative metal chair in front of some rose bushes. She’s still giggling. Goddamn, what a cutie. I hold up a hand. “Wait right here, don’t move.”
In several quick strides, I catch up with the server and impart the importance of his non-disclosure agreement. He nods, terrified. He knows who he’s working for, and who he’s talking to. I swipe a bottle of water from his tray and use it to fill Dani’s champagne flute.
When I return to Dani, her giggles have subsided and she’s staring out at the dock, a frown on her face. Her smile reappears when she catches sight of me. She holds out her hands in a “gimme” gesture, so I pass her the flute.
“No, not the champagne. I meant you. I want you, Troy.”
Cuts me straight to the heart. She’ll marry Edmund. Our arrangement might not have to stop entirely, I don’t know. But either way, it won’t be the same.
“Troy.” She pouts.
Well, they aren’t married yet. Guests have all but gone. None but a couple of servers remain outside, collecting dishes and trash.
I lift her up, sit in the chair, and plop her back onto my lap.
She shrieks and laughs, water spilling over the front of her chest and dress. I want to lick it from her skin, follow the little line of her cleavage with my tongue. I want to indulge her desire to take my dick in her mouth and suck me down. The thought of her looking up at me with those gorgeous, pale gray eyes while she does it? Makes me so fucking hard.
Dani lifts the flute to her lips. Her nose wrinkles as she takes a sip. “This tastes weird.”
“It’s water.”
“Troy!”
“You’ve had enough champagne.”
She smiles and shakes her head. “You’re right. Everything’s fuzzy and fun.”
“Good. Was it fun before, whatever you did with Edmund back there?”
Her lips purse together. “A lady never tells.”
Probably for the best. The fucking torture of knowing, of not knowing?—
“It’s a good thing I’m not a lady.” She giggles again. “He pulled up my skirt and licked me, Troy. He told me he wanted me to shout his name so everyone would know how he can please his bride, or some shit like that. And it worked. I came so hard.”
My cock stiffens even more. I can imagine it happening. I wish I was there.
“I can’t believe we’re engaged.” Her free hand tangles with mine. “I’ll wear his wedding ring and he’ll wear mine, and”—she laughs again—“we’re supposed to live happily ever after?”
“I guess so.” My voice is gruff. I don’t like thinking about it, not when it’s just the two of them.
