Page 73 of Tangwystle
Baz, in the sharpest tux and black mask, greeted his guests as they poured through the front door. He shook hands with important men. Kissed their wives’ hands and did his best to dodge the young women who looked much too hopefully at him.
But I didn’t even feel jealous at the way women looked at him. How could I fault them for admiring how handsome he was?
A smile actually graced my face even while running around to ensure everything went to plan.
The dancefloor swelled with people. The stars swirled, the occasional falling star bursting across the ceiling. Wine flowed and music played.
As new guests arrived, cloaks ended up piled in my arms. I shuffled off quickly, taking them to hang up. A continuous to-do list wrote itself in my mind when I nearly tripped, my slipper tugging on the hem of my dress.
As much as I loved this gorgeous black gown, and more importantly, loved how it made me feel, I could admit I missed my basic black dress and pinafore.
A hand steadied me, and then the pile of cloaks lifted from my hands. Blue eyes twinkled at me.
“Allow me,” Baz said, helping.
“You don’t have time,” I replied, but I couldn’t stop the smile. Especially because I knew the exact way Baz was staring at me. Hours had gone by since Gretel teased me, and part of me wondered in the rush of the ball if Baz would really seek me out.
But I should never have doubted him. Baz could smile and dance, but there was a reason he always sought out the quiet library after visitors left. There was a bit of an introvert, believe it or not, in Baz Coldwell.
And as you can imagine, he had no problems with rule-breaking. Skipping out on his own ball to find time to spend with me was something only Baz would do.
“Come here, fairy,” he murmured.
I glanced down the hall. We were tucked into a nook, and with the wine flowing and the dancing, most were suitably entertained. No one was leaving anytime soon, but if someone needed their cloak. . .
He chuckled under his breath and leaned forward. Pressing a kiss to my lips, he said, “Trust me, fairy.”
And then the cloaks were out of my hands, and he pressed me against the wall. Of all our close couplings, this one brought more heat to my skin. There was the thrill of being caught and the knowledge that there might be a room full of much better matches, but Baz still wanted to spend the time with me.
He pushed my dress up, sinking his fingers into my swollen cunt with a groan.
“Stars, fairy.” His voice hardened, his forehead touching mine. I stood on my tiptoes demanding another kiss. That brought a laugh to him, and he obliged, biting my lower lip.
My dress was tight, but he forced my leg around his waist. Two fingers pushed in and out of me, his thumb toying with my clit.
“Messy, messy,” he chided, my cheeks flushing at the noise made from his playing. He pinned my back against the wall and pulled his hard cock out.
A swell of music from the ballroom hid my cry as he slammed into me.
I thought I might break, from the way he touched me and the way he took my breath away.
And then he did something he’d never done before. Smearing my arousal, his fingers trailing to a place it’d never explored before.
He tutted under his breath when I tensed. “We have to get you ready somehow.”
Heat flushed along my skin
He rocked his hips into mine, one finger teasing my ass.
“Give in to me,” he ordered softly, kissing the place where my shoulder and neck met. I clung to that sweetness while he invaded all my senses. His thrusts didn’t let up, and my stomach dipped as he worked a finger into my ass.
“Good girl,” he soothed and caught my lips in a kiss when I cried out. “If you keep being loud, you’re going to give us away.”
He punctuated the words with a thrust, my lips parting at the sensation.
“You don’t want them to see you like this do you, fairy?” he asked. “My cock in your cunt and my finger in your ass.”
I almost cried out again when he thrust his finger into my ass, opening me up.
