Page 57 of The Worst Pucking Deal

Instead of asking what the fuck a Giselle is, because the only one I know is Bündchen, I pull Lucia closer and wrap my arm around her middle. “Don’t let her fool you,” I say jokingly. “This is all her. I don’t even know what Giselle is.”

While Edmond explains that the ballet is his daughter’s favorite, I pretend to kiss Lucia’s cheek. “What the fuck are you doing? You can’t buy the sponsors. You’re crossing the fucking line,” I whisper directly into her ear.

Her smile doesn’t slip once, that’s how good she is.

Before we can make our escape, another sponsor joins us. Jeffrey. “There you are,” he bellows, like he’s not standing right next to us. “I hear you and Lucia are making headlines. Who would have thought you even knew how to stick to one woman.” Then he laughs boisterously, not realizing no one else is joining in.

Lucia raises an eyebrow with a playful grin, but before she gets the chance to speak, I say, “Watch it, Jeffrey. You should show Lucia some respect.”

The jerk has the balls to leer at her tits. “Didn’t mean no offense,” he says, not even bothering to hide his lingering eyes.

I clear my throat and give a polite nod to Edmond and the others. “If you’ll excuse us, I promised Lucia a drink.”

When I look back, Jeffrey is staring at Lucia’s ass, while Edmond is busy showing the ballet tickets to anyone who will listen to him.

“What the fuck was that?” I hiss. “You can’t just—”

Lucia shoots me a glare and drags me over to the wall. Then she winds her arms around my neck, moving closer so it looks like we’re sharing an intimate moment rather than gearing up for a fight. “I can, and I just fucking did,” she hisses back. “Did you know Edmond and Daniels are the two sponsors who have been most vocal about not wanting to stand for your bullshit?”

I shake my head because no; I didn’t fucking know that.

“Now that they’ve seen you with me, they’ll buy the girlfriend story. And with the tickets and my knowledge, it looks like you give a shit about someone that isn’t you. So you’re welcome.”

A growl bubbles up my throat and I don’t even try to contain it as I look at the woman who’s more fox than bunny. “You’re not my fucking girlfriend,” I spit. “You’re my wife.” I have no idea why I’m getting hung up on that shit right now, but it feels important to clarify.

She sighs and opens her mouth, likely to argue. But instead of giving her the chance to say anything, I wrap my hand around her throat and pull her closer. Then I fuse our lips together, kissing her hard.

“Sawyer,” Lucia gasps.

I use the opportunity to slide my tongue into her mouth, stroking hers. Remembering that we’re in a room of people who I should care about, I spin us around so her back hits the wall, and she lets out a breathy ‘oomph’. I still have one hand around her throat, squeezing lightly, while the other is on her hip.

Lucia’s entire body is trembling as she returns my kiss with demanding strokes of her tongue. She isn’t surrendering; she’s meeting me stroke for fucking stroke. My cock is hard, straining against my suit pants and I fucking hate that I can’t bend her over something and fuck some sense into her.

“Well, well, well,” a familiar voice drawls. “Come have a look, Mickey. It looks like Lucia’s face—”

I rip my lips from hers and stare daggers at my friend. “Not another word about her face,” I growl.

“Dude.” Soren throws his hands up and chuckles. “Everyone is staring.”

Shaking my head, I repeat, “I don’t fucking care. Don’t talk about her.”

I ignore his eyebrows that shoot so far up his forehead they’re practically meeting his hairline. “You okay?” I mumble, only loud enough for Lucia. She looks up at me, her eyes hooded and her lipstick is smeared. If you ask me, it looks better this way, since I know it’s my handiwork. But I already know she won’t agree. “You should go to the bathroom and clean up.” My husky tone makes it sound suggestive rather than a suggestion.

“Will you meet me there?”

Taking her hand, I bring it up to my mouth and bite two of her fingers teasingly. I don’t stop until her breath hitches and she moans softly. “Do you want me to join you?” I ask.

“Y-yes.”

“We’ll be back,” I say, winking at my friends. “Hold down the fort while we’re gone.”

Lucia blushes as they howl and laugh boisterously, but I don’t care. Why would I when I’m about to play with the best cunt I’ve ever had.

No one pays us any attention as we weave through the throng of people. Luckily, the bathroom area is almost deserted, and I don’t think anyone notices us ducking in there. As soon as I have the door closed and locked, I push Lucia up against it, wasting no time before I claim her mouth in a hot, languorous kiss. While our tongues snake around each other, I move my hands under her dress and roughly cup her cunt.

“Look at you doing what I said,” I rasp into her mouth. “No underwear.” I punctuate the words by sliding two fingers inside her.

She’s already so wet no prep is needed, and the moment I curl my fingers, she breaks the kiss and moves her head to my shoulder to bury her moan. “I-I didn’t want lines.”

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