Page 284 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
“It’s almost time to cut the cake.” He looked down at his watch. “You have 20 minutes, tops. And if I have to come find you, I’m going to be very upset. I might just have to punish the two of you.”
I laughed. I loved the idea of James punishing me. But I didn’t think I’d love Justin’s punishment. He’d probably force me tohelp plan another rushed wedding. Or get me covered in glitter again. Or make me do unspeakable things with Tim and Kristen. I shuddered at the thought.
“We’ll be back in 20 minutes then,” James promised.
“Okay. You don’t want to miss this. It’s going to be epic. They’re going to cut the cake with a sword. Damn it! Why’d I just ruin the surprise? I’m a mess tonight.” He fanned his face. “Sometimes I get a little loopy when I’ve had too much to drink. Oh well! Time to get back to grinding on the dance floor, bitches!” He blew us each a kiss and ran back onto the dance floor.
Yup, he was definitely drunk.
I laughed as James pulled me out of the tent. “Now that we know the cake is being cut with a sword, we probably don’t need to hurry back. Besides, there’s no way he’s going to come find us. He’s having the time of his life.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
We walked hand in hand over to the little waterfall. For a second we just stood there and stared. The very first time we’d been here there were still lightning bugs. But they’d disappeared early this year as the chilly fall air swept in.
James pulled my back to his chest. And his hand slid down my thigh, hiking up the skirt of my dress.
I shivered, but not from the cold. James lightly traced my thigh with his fingertips. His other hand slipped down the front of my dress and grabbed my breast.
Before I could protest, he moved my thong to the side and slid his finger inside of me.
God.I let my head fall back on his shoulder.
His thumb brushed against my clit.
And it was like the shock of electricity woke me up. “James,” I hissed. “Anyone can walk out here and…”
He thrust another finger inside of me.
Jesus.I grabbed his forearm to stop him, but instead I found myself guiding his movements.
“Baby, you’ve always loved the thrill of almost getting caught.”
I pushed my ass back, rubbing it against his growing erection. His slow exhale made me shiver. I needed him inside of me. Because he was right. I loved the idea of getting caught. He’d always known it. He’d just had to show me that it was true.
“I can feel how much you love it,” he groaned.
I did. So fucking much.
“You’re soaking wet.”
I moaned.
“I’d dare you to take this off like last time,” he whispered against my neck. “But I love bunching up your skirt and fucking you hard.”
Just putting that image in my head made me moan again. But before I could respond, he grabbed my waist and lifted me over his shoulder.
My laughter drowned out the music from the reception.
He pushed my skirt up and lightly nipped my exposed ass cheek.
It was déjà vu. From our first night here. Even more so as I felt the soft leaves of the willow tree against my skin as he dipped us beneath the branches.
It was quieter underneath the tree. Like we were tucked away and hidden from the world. And when James set me down on my feet it was almost like I was transported back in time.
I wanted to call him Professor Hunter. And I wanted him to fuck me against this tree. Desperately.
“Hmm…” I twirled around beneath the branches. “Should I lie down? Or will the fertilizer give me a terrible rash?” I’d never asked him how he knew about such things. And I never would. Because his past didn’t matter. This moment did. We did.
