Page 37 of Release Me
‘It physically fucking pains me to think of you being “bollocks deep” in the brunette or anyone else. I can’t bear to be around you. To see you with one of them.’
His low laughter thrums through the air as his chest vibrates against mine. ‘Sweetheart, the only thing I’m bollocks deep in is my right hand while I’m thinking about you.’
What a fucking visual.
It’s a struggle to breathe, let alone form words. Finally, I find my tongue. The bubbles have gone straight to my head because I am never normally this brazen. ‘That would be a really good time to FaceTime me.’
His thick, dark eyebrows wing up. ‘Yeah?’
‘Yeah.’ I nod. Let’s be honest, Anthony is out doing worse. It’s not like I’m going to actually have sex with his friend—just watch him have sex with himself.
‘You know…’ His head bows closer until his breath brushes over my ear lobe. ‘I often wonder if we were to have sex, would we get each other out of our systems? Imagine if we just fucked each other senseless? Imagine your quivering legs wrapped around my waist as you scream my name and shatter on my cock.’
It’s official—my lingerie is ruined.
My chin juts out, my needy pelvis rocks against his of its own accord. ‘I imagine it frequently.’
‘Me too,’ he admits breathily. ‘Me too.’
The song draws to an end. ‘You better be careful who you point that thing at.’ I glance down at his crotch, unable to fully disentangle myself from his arms yet.
‘Don’t I know it.’ His focus shifts to over my shoulder. I turn to see what he’s looking at–Anthony. He’s lost all interest in Rian and me. He’s too busy drooling over the same brunette Rian was talking to when I arrived.
‘A fair exchange is no robbery,’ Rian murmurs. ‘How about another dance?’
‘You’re on.’ Relief soars over my skin. ‘It’s the best gift I’ll get this Christmas.’ I shrug.
‘I wouldn't bet on it.’ He shoots me a boyish wink that I can’t decipher the meaning of.
I cock my head.
‘If you see me FaceTiming you, make sure you take your phone to your bedroom.’ He waggles his eyebrows, and I can’t control the giggle that slips from my lips.
‘And that’s the best Christmas gift I’ll get,’ he says, suddenly serious.
‘If I answer your FaceTime call?’
‘No.’ He shakes his head. ‘Seeing you smile.’
‘It’s impossible to be anything but happy when we’re here like this.’ The next song is slightly more up tempo, and Rian spins me, twirling me around the dancefloor, probably to give our bodies a break from bumping against each other.
‘I wish this night could last forever,’ he says, wistfully.
‘I don’t.’ I quirk a brow. ‘But I do wish it could end differently.’
‘It could do, you know…’ he trails off.
We stare at each other long and hard. ‘I wish.’ My teeth dig into my lower lip to the point it hurts. ‘ I better go. Thanks for the dance. And the laughs. And for making an old married woman feel sexy again.’
Those fucking bubbles.
Will I ever learn?
Probably not, because the second I tear my hands from Rian’s waist, I’m heading in search of more.
‘You might be married, Beks, and you’re older, but not old, and I, for one, find that sexy as fuck.’
My stomach somersaults. ‘You’ll get me in trouble, Rian.’
