Page 115 of Forty, Flirty & F*cked

"Mac is surprisingly devious.”

"She is. And speaking of devious…Dad's kidney support group is throwing a spirulina-free party to celebrate Will's arrest."

"As long as there's no experimental smoothies involved."

"No promises." She tugs gently on my tie. “Nonetheless, you do clean up nice, Mr. Reeves."

"So do you, Mrs. Reeves." I catch her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "Even if you're not technically in your bridesmaid dress yet."

Her gaze lowers. "Maybe I like being undressed around you."

"Dangerous words, wife."

"Going to do something about it, husband?"

I do.

The kiss starts slow, teasing, but quickly turns into something else entirely. Something heated and desperate and absolutely inappropriate for a wedding day. Her hands tangle in my hair as I back her against the terrace wall, hitching her up so she can wrap her legs around my waist.

"We shouldn't," she gasps as my mouth finds her neck.

"Probably not."

"The ceremony?—"

"Starts in fifteen minutes."

"Your suit?—"

"Is definitely getting wrinkled."

She laughs, breathless, as I slide my hand under her robe. "Connor..."

"Yes, wife?"

"We're going to be late."

“It’ll be worth it."

I press her against the terrace wall, feeling the cool stone contrast with the heat of her body. My hands slide under her robe, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. Her breath hitches as I dip lower, fingers grazing the lace of her panties.

"Connor," she whispers, a plea and a promise all at once.

I capture her mouth again, swallowing her gasp as I slip my hand inside the lace. She's already wet, already ready, and the knowledge makes my dick rock hard. Desperate now, I stroke her slowly, deliberately, feeling her shudder against me.

"Is this what you wanted?" I murmur against her lips. "For me to touch you like this? To make you come apart before the wedding even starts?"

Her only response is a soft moan, her hips moving in time with my fingers. I circle her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp, then dip lower, teasing her entrance.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this," I growl, watching her face flush with pleasure. "So fucking mine."

Her nails dig into my shoulders as I slide a finger inside her, then another. She's tight, so tight, and I can't wait to feel her around me later.

But for now, this is about her. About making her feel good, about giving her a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure before the chaos of the day takes over.

I curl my fingers, hitting that spot inside her that makes her cry out. Her body tenses, and I can feel her getting closer, can feel her body coiling like a spring.

"That's it, baby," I coax, my voice low and rough. "Come for me. Let me feel you."

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