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I return my attention to him and offer him my hand, confirming my acceptance. “Of course.”
His grip and his smile are short-lived when he glances over my shoulder. I turn and trail his line of sight to an older man leaning heavily on his forearm crutches and slowly making his way through the foyer.
“My future father in law.”
With Eden talking more than she’s drinking, I follow my brother. Might as well make the introductions now since we’ll be spending a lot of time together in the upcoming months. After our handshakes, we retreat to Ford’s office since the space currently holds the only available chairs with the other rooms cleared out for the celebration. I want to take the opportunity to delve deeper into his personality.
The intel on the realtor and his background is all clean from my best guys’ search but it never hurts to check him out myself to make sure we don’t have any issues within the family. But he seems to take our power in stride, not making any comments about our work or wealth during the conversation. Bored after about ten minutes, I make polite excuses and jet back to where I really want to be.
Fuck if I’ve missed out being gone. Eden has three empty shot glasses at her place and the girls around her are cheering her to take a turn with some drinking game they seem to be playing. She shakes her head but I know her too well. She wants to try. I slip in next to her making her start from the unexpected presence and then smile when she realizes I’m the one who touches her. “Go ahead. Show me what you’re doing.”
Taylor giggles, too drunk to realize her father walked in a few minutes ago, and gives Eden a nudge, encouraging her to agree with my request. With her glassy eyes and swaying body, she’s obviously been playing the game already. Might as well join in the festivities.
Eden flicks a curious gaze toward me, I think still shocked by my encouragement, before turning back and nodding her head. “Okay, I guess. Set me up.”
“Yay! Yay! Yay!” Taylor claps her hands and cheers, while an older blonde lays out the supplies with deft hands. Fruit, alcohol, and a mini blow torch. Fuck.
Eden gathers her silky hair together and tucks the long strands behind her back. Smart move if fire’s involved. Hell I must be drunk for agreeing to this. She takes a deep breath and stares at me again. I swear to fucking god desire flames along with her determination.
“First you suck…”
Fuck me if I’m not rock hard from her parting her succulent lips and slowly guiding the lime between them. Her gaze never breaks from mine as she sucks the juice with a sexy pucker. A drop of liquid rests on the corner of her mouth when she slides out the wedge that I want to lick off so fucking bad.
“Then you bang…”
My balls fucking pulse as hard as the beat from the square white speaker mounted in the corner when she winks at me and grabs the shot, swallowing down the booze in one long gulp, and slamming the glass onto the table. The quasi-bartender is at the ready with her thumb on the igniter, and Eden releases a huge breath making the flames arc up about twelve inches.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more erotic in my life with her inflaming me too from the process. She leans back away from the heat and runs her fingers softly over her damp lips. Giving me a sensual smile.
“Then you blow.”
Whoops and hollers thunder around us in appreciation of her antics while they prep the supplies for the next participant. Already egging on another drunk lady and forgetting about Eden. But not me. Not fucking me for my magnificent woman.
I tug her off the stool so hard the legs clatter across the tile and the seat tips over. She tries to bend and pick up my mess but I’m not having it. I can’t wait anymore. I need her alone. I need to claim her. I need to fuck her.
Keeping her back smashed to my chest with her locked between my arms, I hustle us down the corridor to one of the guest bedrooms.
“We shouldn’t do this.”
Her words conflict with her fierce grip on me, her hard nipples driving into my forearm. “Too damn bad, because we are.”
I shove open the door and slam the knob shut behind us just as quick. Twisting her around, I pin her against the wall and press her palms to the plaster. “Don’t move.”
She shudders from my dominant tone. Well aware she’s my queen but takes orders from her king like the good girl she is. I hike up the hem of her dress, bunching the silver material around her waist, and push her thong to the side. “I’m going to eat you before I fuck you.”
Her hips thrust forward while she shakes her head. “What if someone walks in on us?”
Not giving a fuck, I drop to my knees and lap against her drenched pussy. I clutch her quivering thighs and push them farther apart when she gasps.
“You’re already wet baby girl. You like the idea of someone watching?”
“I like the idea of making love to my husband.”
God damn she’s incredible. “Not as much as I like fucking my wife.”
Arousal floods over my lips when I latch on to her clit and draw the nub deep into my mouth. She writhes under my forearm on her stomach and her uncontrollable panting echoes in the empty room. But she keeps her hands smacked against the drywall. Until I add my thumb, strumming her clit while I suckle her swollen pussy, slurping and sucking like a kid with an ice cream sundae. I smile against her slick pink skin when her fist presses to her mouth to keep from crying out. “Let me hear you wisp. I want to know you enjoy your husband fucking you with his mouth.”
Squirming and whimpering, she resists my edict. Too modest and respectful to reveal our antics to the rest of the house. But I fucking adore that shit. No one ever gets to see her get off but me. Although hearing her is a very different story. I want everyone to know she’s mine. That she screams for me. That she loves how I take care of her when no other fucker ever gets to.