Page 50 of Sweet Wicked Vows
“Not a team player kind of guy, huh?”
“I prefer the comfort and silence of solitude.”
“I get that. I never was any good at team sports either, or well, any sports for that matter,” she said. “Every time we had gym class, my period magically arrived.”
“None of your teachers thought to question you?”
She chuckled. “They couldn’t disprove it. I’d fake stomach cramps, headaches, you name it. Whatever it took to get out of any physical activity. Being sweaty and out of breath, it’s not for me.”
Images of her skin blotchy red, her chest rising and falling between whimpered moans, sweat coating her slender neck and dripping between her thighs sent my mind and cock into overdrive.
“What about now?” I chuckled at the confusion lacing her features. “Do you still avoidallphysical activity?” I drew out the last words with an amused smirk.
“I’m sure there are some physical activities I could see myself enjoying.” A playfulness sparked to life in her gaze. “But it would have to be something worthwhile getting hot and sweaty for.”
“Dear god, get a room.” Olivier rolled his eyes with a smirk before vanishing into the crowd, seeking out the latest trays of food being served.
“Tell me.” She tapped her finger against her chin, the picture of false innocence. “Do you know of any activities that might be worth getting sweaty and out of breath for?”
I stepped toward her just as another dancing couple came close to brushing against me. Evelyn reacted by placing herself at my side and allowing them to graze against her exposed arm.
“Do you want to step outside?” She looked up with concern from between thick lashes. “Take a breather from all this?”
I shook my head despite being far away from the sounds and people being the only thing I truly wanted. Instead, I placed a hand on her lower back, the outline of her lace bodysuit teasing the tips of my fingers through her dress. “Non,I’m okay right here.”
Her teeth skimmed along her bottom lip as she fought back a smile. “I didn’t get the chance to say earlier, but you look quite handsome tonight.”
“Merci.You don’t look half bad yourself,douceur.”
Her blossoming smile betrayed her tone. “What did I tell you about calling me that?”
A flash of a camera created spots in my vision. A photographer from one of the many publications Evelyn and her father invited pointed a camera in our faces. “That’s a cracker shot.” The photographer grinned. “How about we get the prize-winning shot we’re all waiting for? Go on and give your wife a big old kiss.Don’t be scared to get your tongues involved.”
Annoyance washed over me like skin-burning acid.
“Tony, don’t be so damn rude.” Evelyn waved him off before I reacted. “Who even let you in here? It was invite-only, and I specifically didn’t invite you or whatever trash of a magazine you’re working for these days.”
Ah, of course. Tony Sherrin. Photographer for the celebrity gossip magazines that had little to no real factual information in them, only bullshit speculation and unflattering photos of the people he ambushed.
“I’m just here to do my job.” Tony grinned. “Now, where were we? Don’t be shy.”
Evelyn rolled her eyes. “I don’t have time for you. Enjoy the free shrimp, Tony.” She stepped away, my body tensing from the lack of her contact. “I’m going to go and check on my dad.”
We both watched her walk away. The allure of her hips and ass had me in some sort of trance. That dress, that lace underwear beneath it.It—non,she was driving me to insanity.
“Fucking hell, man.” Tony’s eyes were pinned on my wife’s ass. He was seconds away from having his eyeballs permanently removed from his skull. “You realize how lucky you are? She’s a tiger if you know what I mean?”
Red clouded my sight.
“We all thought she was on course to marry Laurence,” Tony, blind to my growing rage, continued. “He’s a good man, Laurence. One of my best pals. She was heartbroken when he called off their wedding.”
How bad would it be to ram his own camera down his worthless throat?
Tony finally stopped staring at Evelyn. “They were the perfect match. Blue-eyed wonder boy and stunning heiress. Picture perfect pairing.” He nudged his elbow with mine. “Laurence always did say she was a true redhead. Fiery temper on thestreets and in the sheets.”
I had to stop myself from grabbing him by the throat as I gripped his wrist.
He winced.