Page 82 of His Little Secret in Discretion
Brielle’s eyes kept darting between us, a smug little smile playing at her lips like she thought she’d orchestrated something.
And as my Sunshine approached me, I didn’t mind playing up the fantasy.
“Hello, Blaine…” Maia said softly, a spark of mischief in her eyes.
My chest tightened. I knew that tone.
I leaned in, a smirk tugging at my mouth. “Hello, Maia.”
I straightened my tie, playing it up as Brielle practically gushed next to an inquisitive Killian, who had little to no reaction.
“I wanted to know if I could take you on a date… It’s a bit difficult to refuse, considering my position as CEO of several companies.”
She giggled, tilting her glass of champagne, lips wrapping around the rim in a way that made my blood heat. “You think it’s difficult, Mr. Porter?”
I dropped my voice low, for her and me alone.“You tell me, Sunshine.”
A flush crept up her throat, her lips twitching with a private smile before she turned just enough for Brielle and Killian to catch the moment.
“You’re cute, Porter,” she said sweetly, every word deliberate,“but you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that.”
She sauntered away, a sexy triumphant laugh escaping her. Behind me, a fit of giggles rippled from Brielle…
But me?
My grin froze, my eyes narrowing as I watched her deliberately sway her hips.Did she just…?
I slipped away from the happy couple, catching up to her in three strides. Her fingers were already curling around a fluteof champagne when I wrapped mine around her wrist, heat sparking under my skin.
She giggled lightly as I steered her through the room. Past the head table, around the floral arch, until the music was now muffled in one of the back rooms.
The bass thumped through walls. She laughed once, quiet and breathless, right before I pressed her back to the cool partition and caged her there with my hands braced on either side of her head. Her glass hit the carpet with a dull thud, rolling somewhere out of sight.
Her chest rose against mine, eyes wide, lips parted in a soundless gasp. I leaned in, close enough that I could feel her breath against my lips. “Try harder, huh?” My voice was a low growl, words vibrating against her skin. “That what you want, Sunshine? Is that what you think I need to do to win you over?” My voice was taunting, the deep feeling of lust and need building in me as I watched her squirm, watched her increasingly nervous expression grow, waited to see her reaction as she bit her lip.
It trembled between her teeth, and I caught the quick flicker of defiance in her eyes… like she wanted to throw my words back at me, but her body was already betraying her.
She tilted her head, lips brushing mine as she whispered, “Well… if this is you trying, Mr. Porter… It’s a little pathetic.”
My breath stilled, then left me in a low, dangerous laugh. The sound of it made her eyes widen just before I claimed her mouth, my hands dragging her dress up with zero patience.
“God, I fucking love you,” I said huskily against her lips before turning her abruptly and pushing her flush against the wall.
Her gasp hit the wall with her body, hands braced against the cool surface as I shoved her dress higher, silk whispering up her sexy thighs, her thong making her ass look like it was begging for my hands.
I palmed both cheeks hard, spreading her for me, grinding my cock against the thin strip of lace. “Fuck, Sunshine,” I rasped, biting down on the curve of her shoulder.
“Blaine…” she whined, throwing her head back as I found her little wet clit, dragging over her wetness as I grinded into her ass.
“I was wrong… Best man duties aren’t over,” I rasped in her ear, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit. “Gotta take care of the pretty little maid of honor, don’t I?”
I dragged my aching cock free, guiding the blunt head against her soaked entrance as I pushed her lace to the side. One sharp thrust, and she gasped, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I slammed into her again.
Her cry tore out of her throat, echoing off the wall, her perfect nails scratching at the wallpaper as I drove into her again, harder this time. The bass from the speakers rattled through the walls, nearly covering the wet slap of my cock pounding into her.
“Fuck, Blaine!” she whimpered, her voice cracking on my name.
“That’s it,” I growled, gripping her hips, dragging her back onto me so deep she arched off the wall. “Let the whole goddamn wedding hear who’s fucking you.”
