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  “Yeah, that won’t do it for me.”

  Someone’s eager.

  I close my eyes, fortifying my voice, hoping I can control my mounting desire. I know I’m only fooling myself, but it’s worth the shot. “It’s only a few hours away.”

  “You see, all these bodies grinding on the dance floor are making me horny,” he whispers.

  “Baby, we can wait…” The words trail off. At this point, a few hours feel more like an eternity.

  “Shit. I’m either going to have to start drinking or find something else to keep my mind occupied.” He kisses my forehead. “Okay. I got it. I’ll behave.”

  “Good boy.”

  Nikolaj’s hand trails from my collarbone down to my back and suddenly his face drops as his fingers run over my bare skin. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I shoot him a side glance and I bite off a smile. “You’re not wearing a bra?”

  “Uh-huh,” I respond with false modesty. “This dress is way too revealing around the shoulders.” I flash a devilish smile.

  “Are you trying to kill me, woman? Are you at least wearing that magic tape thing on your nipples?” He waves a finger around my chest.

  “Nope.”

  “Do you mean to tell me your tits are hanging freely?” He lowers his voice so only the two of us are privy to this conversation.

  “Maybe.” I lick my lips, knowing full well I’m teasing him mercilessly.

  “Damn, you know how to play me.” Nikolaj’s eyes trace over my lips, down the line of my neck and straight to the curve of my breasts. His tongue darts out and wets his lower lip as they part in concentration.

  That’s right. I lean closer to him until my lips are inches from his. “It’s an innocent dress. You’re making too much out of it.”

  It’s hard to sound nonchalant when my heart is jackhammering against my chest as I anticipate the moment when he’ll ram into me with his very big cock.

  “Hmph.” He studies me as if to confirm my answer. Without ever leaving my gaze, he grabs my hand and slides it under the white tablecloth before closing it over his erection.

  “Do you feel how much I want you?”

  “I do,” I pant.

  He swallows hard. “Three weeks of jerking off dreaming of being inside your warm pussy and this is how you torture me?” I open my mouth to answer, but I’m too consumed to even come up with something clever. Impatience flashes in my fiancé’s eyes before the corners of his mouth curl up as he locks eyes with me, shaking his head. “You know what?” Despite his half-smile, he asks his question without the slightest hint of amusement, only warning. The intensity in his eyes has my pulse quickening, my breath hitching at the back of my throat and my nerve endings so flared up you could light up a match on the other side of the room and I’d burst into flames. Every single part of my body craves this man.

  “No, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.”

  He laughs. Even though the salsa music is blaring around us, the low resonating sound reverberates through me as I continue to lose myself in his eyes, a coy smile on my face despite realizing that when it comes to Nikolaj, I’ll always submit to his desires. “You’re right. I am going to tell you.” He pauses. “I. Can’t. Wait.” He curls up his lips when he sees how hard I’m breathing, how my eyes are fixed on his perfect lips and how my nostrils are flared. “This is a very large hotel, baby. If we can’t get away early and go back to the hotel where we’ll be staying so I can fuck you after going without for so many excruciating weeks, I should be allowed to taste you now. I need something to hold me until later.” He reaches out and cups the side of my face, running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. Desire pools in my belly. I’m aching for him to take me fast and furious like he always does.

  “What are you saying?” I ask a question to which I already know the answer.

  Although most family members booked a suite at this hotel, Diego insisted on booking us kids and Sofia in another five-star location to allow us to escape from it all when it’s time for us to get some rest. It was also a clever way for him to have some privacy with his new wife.

  Nikolaj leans forward with a cocky determination in his eyes. He angles his head to the side so that his mouth is right next to my ear. I feel the warmth of his breath and my skin prickles in anticipation of his touch. “Grab your clutch and let’s get out of here.” He closes his lips on my earlobe and sucks on it, the delirious sensation shooting straight down to my aching pussy. Fuck. I arch my body in response, aware that friends and family members surround us. “If I don’t release myself between your legs within the next few minutes, I’ll go mad.” The edge to his voice is provocative as hell. He continues to trace his fingers down my bare shoulders and along my arms until he reaches my hips. He brushes the palm of his hand over my right thigh and slides it slowly forward until it’s hovering over my pussy. Without leaving my gaze, he tortures me by pressing his thumb hard between my legs. Holy shit. I suck in a breath at his deliberate naughtiness. “And we wouldn’t want that to happen, would we?”

  Oh, boy.

  “Well…”

  “You should know by now, your hot pussy is my only remedy, love.”

  I look at him, wide-eyed. “Nikolaj,” I sputter, taken aback by his audacity. “Maybe we…” Gosh, I’m unable to string a sentence together.

  He chuckles and from what I read in his eyes, his devious plan to break down my resolve is working like a charm. “You’re either really turned on right now or very surprised by how far I’m willing to go to show you how much I want you. Either way, it’s high time for me to fuck my wife-to-be.”

  “Damn,” I exhale. Truth be told, his salaciousness acts as foreplay to my already thrumming desire—not that I need more fuel. His hypnotic words entrance me. Engulf me. Enrapture me. Even after living together for the past six months, I want him more and more every single day.

  “Damn right.” He leans back and brushes a teasing kiss on my lips. Before I even have time to react, Nikolaj stands abruptly, smiling before reaching out his hand. “Shall we?” He pulls me to my feet before marching to the front of the room so quickly I nearly trip. He pushes through the crowd, dragging me until we hit the hallway. Shit. As much as I’d like to protest given it’s my mom and Diego’s big day, I can’t. What the heck. It’s not the first family wedding where I’ve made out like a teenager. At least this time, it’s with the man who owns my heart and not a random stranger.

  Nikolaj guides me down a corridor, keeping his strong arm across my bare shoulders, parting the sea of family members hanging out outside the ballroom with his other hand.

  “Come on, over here,” he says, pulling me to the left once he pushes open a set of double doors leading to another part of the hotel. “While I was waiting for you to change into your cock-teaser, Bryce and I were walking around and I noticed some hotel staff clearing these private meeting spaces.” He tests the handle of one of the doors before opening it. “I think the mirrored wall adjacent to the floor-to-ceiling windows with a view to the deck will do well for what I have in mind,” he adds, stepping inside the small room.

  “I guess you had this all planned out.”

  “I’ve been dying to ravish you since I saw you standing at the front of that church. I’m guilty as charged for having scouted out a little spot where I could be with you in private. I know your family and I figured we’d be here for a while.”

  “Clever.”

  “I prefer quick-witted,” he sneers in an exaggerated British accent.

  Indeed.

  I drop my clutch on one of the chairs before turning around just in time to watch him close and lock the door behind him. Nik strides towards me as he eats me up from head to toe. Without leaving my gaze, he pulls his silk tie loose, strips out of his expensive tailored jacket and removes his pristine white shirt so quickly I’m surprised none of the buttons pop off. Holy hell. There he is in all of his glory, wearing a tight fitted white undershirt that reveals every single muscle
. His tanned skin is a reminder of the time he spent on the beach while he was on business in Mumbai, India. The man is so ripped he’d make Calvin Klein models younger than him jealous.

  He wasn’t joking when he said this was urgent. With eyes still on me, he brings his hands to his lips before closing the gap between us.

  “Fuck, I want you,” he grunts, pushing me against a wall as he leans down to claim my lips.

  Jesus.

  “Aren’t we moving too fast?” I do my best to pretend I’m completely composed, but I know he sees the rise and fall of my chest. I’m as turned on as he is.

  “We only like it fast and furious, baby.”

  I’m losing this battle. But then again, am I not fooling myself? Why else would I have worn this dress if not to seduce my fiancé? I rack my brain trying to find one good reason why we should slow things down considering Nikolaj hasn’t touched me in so long, but the throbbing between my legs suggests whatever I come up with will be a waste of precious time.

  “Nikolaj…”

  “That’s it, love. Call out my name.” His eyes narrow as he flashes a smile. Fuck. He leans in and his lips graze under my ear, and I shudder with the contact. “Remember this, sweetness, the next time you beg, it’ll be for my cock.”

  I glare up at him. “Jeez. All this simply because I didn’t wear a bra?”

  “You know better than that,” he whispers, his lips ghosting along the column of my neck. “You set me up,” he says, running his hands under my skirt and pressing against the damp lace between my legs, “and I fell for the bait.”

  My eyes close and I let out a low guttural moan as Nikolaj’s fingers glide slow, unrelenting circles against my swollen clit. “Show me how much you’ve missed me.”

  “I thought you’d never ask,” he says into my neck.

  I let out a shaky laugh, and he pushes me against the large window overlooking the gardens.

  “Oh, shit. People might see us.”

  “What’s wrong, Ciara? I thought you relished the idea of public sex?” Grabbing my hands, he raises them above my head, keeping them captive in his own and bending to kiss me. “We’re high enough and the large deck blocks the view from down below. We’re safe to play here.” I struggle weakly in his grip and Nikolaj shakes his head, tightening his hold. “Where do you think you’re going?” He smiles and tilts my head back to meet his piercing eyes. “You’ve teased me enough. We’re doing it my way now. I’m taking you right here in front of this large window.”

  “Oh, God,” I hiss, turning my head to the side, allowing him access to my neck. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  “As serious as my hard-on.” He runs his lips down and across my collarbone to my naked shoulder. Shifting both of my wrists into his left hand, he reaches down and slowly pulls down my zipper, kissing along the newly exposed skin. He grins proudly when the bodice slips down to reveal my naked breasts.

  “Fuck. You weren’t kidding.” He trails his mouth down to my boobs before cupping one possessively with his right hand. “Your perfect tits fulfill every one of my filthiest fantasies.”

  “Argh, your mouth.”

  “What about my mouth?”

  “You know full well.”

  He snarls and I know I’m about to lose my mind. “You like what my mouth does to you, don’t you?” He squints, waiting for my answer. I nod. “You tell me exactly what you want and I’ll give it to you. Where should I start?”

  “Shit,” I pant. How the hell do I choose? I want it all.

  “I’m still waiting.”

  “I don’t care what you do to me. I just want your mouth on me. And frankly, I’m way too turned on to protest anything you have in mind.”

  “Good,” he whispers, cupping my cheek with his free hand.

  He leans down and kisses me with savage passion. When his tongue flirts with mine, warmth rushes between my legs. His mouth moves down to the side of my neck, his teeth closing gently on my skin, giving me goosebumps and sending shivers of delight down my spine. I tug at my hands in an attempt to free them, desperate to feel his warmth, only I can’t. Like always, Nikolaj is fully in control.

  “What are you trying to do, love?”

  “I need to touch you.”

  “Nah. Remember we’re doing this my way and it’s your skin that begs to be touched,” he whispers, licking the hollow of my collarbone.

  “Christ.”

  “I’ve missed these so much.” He grins with his eyes fixed on my boobs. “I could come just by pinching your hard peaks,” he confesses before taking my nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh,” I moan and my knees buckle slightly. “Do it again.”

  “I told you you’d be begging.” He knows he has me where he wants me.

  “More. Nik, bite them.”

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he scolds. “Don’t rush me. I’m determined to prolong the pleasure.”

  I hold my breath, needing him to make me lose my mind. Smiling, he flicks one nipple and it instantly hardens under his playfulness.

  “Mmm.” My mouth closes against a sigh, and then I freeze when I realize he’s reveling in the moment, indulging in the fact he has this much power over me. Bastard. As his lustful gaze captures mine, his fingers skate over my other nipple, around and around in a rhythm so intoxicating it forces me to tilt my head back, closing my eyes to savor every single ripple of pure bliss.

  “You like that, don’t you?” His question brings me back to the moment. I nod. The shameless uninhibitedness taking over me is consuming me so much I’m at a loss for words and I can only bite my lower lip in response. This is too much. His hard hand restraining my wrists, his warm fingers caressing my trembling body, his gorgeous blue eyes devouring me. “Do you want more?”

  Do you really have to ask? My heart is hammering as if I’ve been running a marathon and my hands grow sweaty in his grasp. How can sex with this man be this mind-blowing—every single time? It’s as if he’s peeling off a sensual layer with each intimate interlude, leaving me completely bare to him.

  “Yes. Nikolaj, yes.”

  Nikolaj lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist, bringing our bodies together more firmly. He releases my hands and I immediately bring them up to his thick hair and roughly pull him closer.

  “Fuck, baby, I love it when you do that. It drives me nuts.” He pushes me against a wall and the impact forces me to shut my eyes as I gasp for air. It’s only when I open them again that I’m staring at a reflection of our debauchery. The wall-to-wall mirror facing me fuels the bad girl in me and heightens the titillation. “There’s too much between us,” he pants between kisses.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I need to feel the heat of your skin against mine.”

  “I think that can be arranged.” I smile into his mouth as I begin to tug his undershirt from his pants, lifting it up over his head.

  Laughter outside floats up through the open window leading to the deck, and I tense against him. I’m about to suggest we slow things down, but the clink of glasses in the hallway freezes me. A long moment passes before my eyes meet his, and it’s clear I’m not the only one unsure about this. “What if we get caught?” I ask, aware we could be putting ourselves in a very compromising situation on the day of my parents’ wedding. “I’m sure someone from the hotel must have a key to this room.” I halfheartedly try to push my weight down, but Nikolaj doesn’t budge.

  “You don’t have anything to worry about. The door is locked, which gives us time to react. Not to mention the one hundred wedding guests are keeping most of the hotel staff on this floor on their toes.”

  I hold his gaze, but I don’t say a word. Nikolaj sets me down on my feet and pulls me towards an antique-looking credenza set in front of the window leading to the deck, stopping to stand just behind me. “Baby, I want you right here, right now,” he whispers, embracing me in his arms. He pulls my bare back to his chest and brings his mouth to my ear. “But we can stop and go back out to join the
celebrations. If that’s what you want.” He knows he’s not playing fair because he asks his question while his hands slide along my breasts. “Imagine how hard you’ll come looking down at them thinking there’s a possibility someone might see you take pleasure riding my cock.” He skims his hands down my stomach, along my skirt and to my thighs. “Does it make you wet just thinking you could get caught coming undone?” His fingers trail up my thigh and underneath my panties. A low hiss escapes him as he touches my wetness before pushing my underwear aside. “I think I have my answer.”

  I groan and press my hips back into him. “You know me too well.”

  “Tell me you want to continue,” he whispers against my shoulder.

  “You already know I do.”

  “I want to hear you say the words.” His fingers move in and out of my eager pussy. “Tell me you want my cock inside you pounding you right here.”

  Desperate, needy and unable to take one more second of his dirty talking, I break down. “Please fuck me.”

  “With pleasure.” Nikolaj unzips his pants and pushes them down his hips, grinding into my ass before he yanks up my skirt and grips my panties in his hands.

  “Aren’t you going to leave me with one shred of dignity?” It’s not a question. It’s more of a plea.

  “Nope. Since you’re already not wearing a bra, going without panties shouldn’t be a problem,” he mocks. He tugs hard and my barely-there thong rips easily. He tosses it nonchalantly behind him and his hand is running along my skin before the underwear even hits the floor. He caresses along my body, sliding his fingers down my arms and all the way to my hands before pressing my palms flat against the credenza.

  “You know how they say absence makes the heart grow fonder?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Make that triple for my dick. Bend over.” I submit to his command without hesitation. “Look at that ass perfectly displayed for my enjoyment.” The way he’s caressing my behind so possessively only turns me on even more. “I’ll claim your pussy now, but later tonight your mind-blowing ass is all mine.”