Page 57 of Mistletoe Missus
Before I could turn away, my wife caught me staring, and she moved toward me. Time slowed down as I roamed my gazedown her perfect body, and her movements mesmerized me. The effortless sway of her hips, her glossy red lips and the way her skin bounced from her cleavage... Fuck. She was doing me in, and she didn’t even know it.
I ignored my raging boner and asked, “Is everything okay?”
She answered with a nod of her head. “It’s fine.”
Bullshit, angel. You can’t lie to me that easily.
“Lies,” I pressed with an edge to my tone.
“What do you care?” Tinsley snapped in a harsh whisper. “You got me wandering in on your arm, five minutes of flashes from the press, and I’m stuck at your side because I have no other choice.”
I cared a whole damn ton. More than I damn well should. But Tinsley could never know.
“I care because I stillwantthat dance,” I answered and stared her straight in the eyes as I held out my hand.
“I already told you—I’m not dancing,” she argued back, refusing to take my offer.
I grabbed Tinsley by the back of her neck and pulled her in. She let out a small gasp through parted plump lips I desperately wanted to kiss. The sound she made had my cock throbbing against my pants, and her eyes grew wider at the feeling of my erection pressed into her belly.
I breathed, “I wasn’t asking.”
I moved my shoes to the beat, and my wife followed my lead. She had no choice as eyes settled on us, the perfect couple locked in each other’s embrace and lost in the heated moment. The dance was fucking hot, with her fiery breath at the base of my collar, and her perky tits pressed up against me. The small of her back made my hand feel like it was on fire, but I didn’t dare move it. I required her this close so I could smell her, touch her magnificent flesh, and see her pulse race in her neck. I wanted tosee how much I made her come undone even though she’d never admit it, and I’d never reveal she tore me apart at the seams.
“Let me go right this instant,” she ordered.
I ignored Tinsley, and the huff she gave me made me smile. She was trapped and knew there was no way out of this forced spin as I grabbed her hand and twirled her body away from mine. Only to bring her back toward me and into my arms.
Tinsley whimpered softly.
Sweet fucking Jesus.
The sounds Tinsley made had me wanting to take her right on the dance floor in front of everyone, and I didn’t give a shit who saw me fuck my wife. I’d pound into her tight pussy and drive her wild. She was, after all, all mine. There’d be no doubt about who she belonged to ever again. Our entangled sweat-soaked bodies and the smell of sex would make front-page headlines.
Her hands were on my chest as my disobedient hand roamed up her body and discovered every curve she had. A shiver ran through her and made me groan at the arousal I knew was quivering through her. She wanted me as much as I craved her, but we couldn’t give in to the enticing heat swirling between us because the song was about to end.
I dipped my tempting angel right before the music stopped, and Tinsley stared up at me as I peered down at her. Her mouth parted and begged for me to claim her. My lips inched closer as my breath fanned her face, and she was my entire world. The universe I never dreamed I’d deserve, but there she was. Right in front of me, with her eyes closed as she waited for my mouth to capture hers.
Until cheers erupted around us.
Tinsley’s eyes snapped open, and she flung herself out of my embrace. The moment between us vanished as quickly as itcame, and we stood at each other’s side. Breathless. Restless. Horny as fuck.
I groaned as I glanced around and smiled while cameras flashed brightly in our eyes. I took Tinsley’s hand in mine as she peeked up at me and she focused back on the hungry press. The moment I wanted had come true. We’d make front-page news for sure after this, but deep down I yearned for something more. I craved for one more fucking minute with my wife locked in my arms.
“Foods being served,” I announced to kill the temptation swirling in the atmosphere.
Good. The gourmet chef along with his team had come through. They had saved the day for my angel in red.
“What? No.” Tinsley panicked.
“Yes. See?” I breathed as I touched the small of her back, turning her to look around. I made a grave mistake—the palm of my hand was on fire again. Hot, searing, but I couldn’t tear myself away. The flames would engulf me whole, and my wife would have me go up in smoke.
“But the food is rotten.”
“I don’t see anyone complaining.” I shrugged as I watched guests eat their food with smiles on their faces. “The chef must be superior. I should have him cook for us sometime.”
“But I didn’t hire a chef,” Tinsley whispered in confusion.
Her perplexed face stared back at me, and her features became lighter. There was no longer a frown of worry or sheer panic in her eyes. A light clicked on inside of her, and she was glowing with her index finger pointed straight at me. There was that gorgeous, genuine smile.
