Page 85 of Theirs to Corrupt
“I’m sure we’ll be missed.”
“Link and Nora are directing everyone to the open bar. I promise you; no one is upset.”
He offers me one of the flutes, which I gratefully accept.
A moment later, Link strolls in, all restrained masculine energy and devilish good looks.
In a quick move, he locks the door behind him.
Being in the Sky Chapel with them is one thing, but being in a small room and seeing the determined gleams in both of their eyes is another entirely.
“Where were you?” he asks.
“Getting ready for a toast.” Pax pauses. “Before other things.”
Needing to settle my sudden flush of nerves, I swallow a big drink.
Once he’s poured himself a glass, he joins us. “To our future.”
The three of us tap our glasses together, then take a sip.
Link lifts his upper lip. “We’ll do this again later tonight with a decent vintage.”
“I told Pax you wouldn’t approve.”
“It’s the Bella Rosa, so it’s tolerable.”
To me, the champagne tastes divine, though I do admit it doesn’t compare to the bottle he bought at Maestro’s. Of course, this one probably costs less than half of the brand he prefers.
Pax regards me. “I understand Link put something on your leg before the ceremony.”
The garter?
Pax plucks the glass from my hand. Then he places both of them back on the table before moving toward the mirror. “Come here, Tessa.”
Nervous with excitement and anticipation, I move to the spot he indicates.
With a nod, he says, “Lift up your dress for me, Tessa.”
His tone is so uncompromising that it never occurs to me not to follow his command.
“Higher,” he instructs when I reach knee level. “I want it up over your hips.”
Since it’s a sheath, I have to wiggle in order to do what he says.
He stands in front of me, then lowers himself to his knees and trails his fingers up the outside of my legs, sending shivers down my spine as he helps raise the fabric higher.
Watching my own expression is unnerving.
Moments later, Link places his glass alongside ours.
I see him in the mirror, directly behind me, his expression unreadable.
Then he shocks me by kneeling behind me.
I have no idea what’s going on, but Pax’s warm breath tickles my thigh as he leans in closer, his lips just grazing the delicate lace.
With a tantalizing slowness, Pax uses his teeth to tease the garter down my leg. The act is electrifying, every touch sending a jolt of pleasure through me.