Page 70 of The One Night Match
I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck to steady myself. “The dress, hair, and makeup are really doing the heavy lifting around here.”
His palm comes down on my ass through the layers of dress, suppressing the pain, but the promise is still there. “Say one more disparaging thing about yourself, Kitten, and you’ll findyourself bent over my lap with a red ass and your orgasms denied for hours,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
My cheeks heat, and I open my mouth to reprimand him, but quickly snap it shut again because I’m way too turned on by the idea.
In the month that I’ve known him, Cruz has made me a deviant, and that’s only truer now that he’s woken me up multiple times this week with an orgasm.
If he keeps it up, I’m going to start refusing to get up unless there are multiple releases in it for me.
“Stop thinking filthy thoughts, Kitten. I’m already hard as fuck seeing you in this dress. Might have to sneak you into a closet somewhere and fuck you just to make it through the night.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Oh, I can, and I will, Riley.” He chuckles, carefully lowering me to the ground, but his hands on my hips hold me in place. “Stay here while my cock settles down. I have a feeling he’s going to spend most of the night desperate to get inside you.”
I drop my forehead to his chest and sigh. It’s going to be a very long night if he keeps this up.
We get through the limo ride to the venue without any further incident, although if Cruz’s hand climbs any higher, I’m going to spontaneously combust with need.
Lexi spent the drive explaining how these events are normally held at the family estate, but due to safety concerns, they’d decided somewhere in the city would be a better option.
I don’t bother questioning whether that’s the case or not, because if I’m honest, I just want this night to be over with as quickly as possible.
Ben parks us at the curb of a hotel I vaguely recall from the limited amount of input I had on our wedding, and from what I remember, it was one of my favorites.
“The ballroom wasn’t available for your wedding, so we thought we’d keep it in mind for the ball,” Lexi explains, obviously seeing the confusion on my face.
I swallow heavily as Cruz helps me out of the car and guides me through the double doors without hesitation.
Like our wedding, he seems to know exactly where we’re going, and I follow him without question. I wouldn’t have the foggiest which way the ballroom is, and I’m not going to pretend I do.
Mary rushes past us with Lexi’s hand caught in hers. “You two sit tight for a minute while we make sure everything is ready for you both.”
I nod, watching as they disappear down the hallway with Colten hot on their heels.
The moment they’re out of sight, Cruz spins us, pressing my back into the cool concrete wall and trapping me with his hands on either side of my head.
He dips his face until his lips are just a breath from mine. “You look so fucking pretty tonight, Riley. How am I supposed to keep my hands off you?”
I press my thighs together, my core aching with need despite the multiple orgasms he gave me this morning when he noticed how anxious I was.
His dark eyes flash with amusement. “Oh, my kitten is aching, aren’t you?”
I nod, trapping my bottom lip between my teeth. I never knew my libido could be so out of control.
“Do you need my cock to calm your nerves, Riley?”
“Yes,” I whisper, and before I get a chance to explain all the reasons it can’t happen, he has my hand caught in his, and he’s dragging me down the hallway.
He finds an unlocked door and shoves me inside, following me in with his hands on his belt. “Pull your dress up, Kitten. This is going to be hard and fast.”
THIRTY-SEVEN
CRUZ
One of the things I love about Riley is how much she constantly surprises me.
She fights me tooth and nail about some things, and then others, where I think for sure she’s going to argue, she does exactly as she’s told without hesitation.
