Page 28 of East (The Moral Compass 3)

“So, you cheated?”

“Erm, yes. Do you think less of me?” I look at him with fake sadness.

“Well, yes, actually, I do.” He sounds so much like West when he speaks sternly.

“Good. I’m fed up with you thinking I’m some sort of princess with a diamond tiara.” He rolls his eyes and chuckles softly.

We arrive back at the wedding chapel, and the queue hasn’t gone down any further. If anything, it’s got bigger.

“Shit, I really don’t want to wait here all night,” I moan.

“Let’s go back to the hotel and come back at say… 4:00 a.m. It should be quieter at that time, surely?” He sounds hopeful.

We set off walking back, and it’s when sparks fly up my arm that I realise he’s taken my hand in his. Again.

What is it with this guy?

Standing outside my door with my key card in hand, my heart is pounding so much, my hand is shaking, and I can’t get the bloody thing to turn green.

“It’s fine, East, we can use my door.” He pulls my hand gently as he swipes his card. It doesn’t work.

“Oh, for Fuck’s sake. What the hell is going on now? Try yours again, East,” he huffs.

It still doesn’t work. So, we swap cards, and hey, presto, his card now works, and we are in. It’s so weird, though. My card has never left my bag the whole time. I don’t understand how they got mixed up.

“East, did you go in my wallet and switch the cards?” he asks as we enter his room.

I shake my head. “None of this makes any sense. What was the point of anyone switching the cards other than to cause us more trouble?”

“But how did someone get access to my wallet and your purse?” he questions.

And, at the same time, we look at each other and say… “Margarite.” There are more eye rolls from Zed as he throws his wallet on his bed. With one hand, he reaches back, grabs the hem of his T-shirt, and pulls it over his head.

Oh, my Lord. My lady bits are awake now, even more than before. Why does he have to make a simple task like taking off his shirt seem like the introduction to a fricking porno?

I try to avert my eyes and look toward the adjoining door, but before I have a chance to escape the torture of this beautiful man, he grabs at my arm and yanks me close to his now very bare muscled chest. My eyes are instantly drawn to his.

“Well, seeing that we are still married, I think we should make the most of it, don’t you?” he asks.

Before I can even answer, his head dips and his tongue grazes my bottom lip. Oh jeez… I’m really twitching now. Why did I lose my virginity? I never used to get feelings down below like this before. I can’t get enough resistance up to say no. Probably because I don’t want to. I want him to do that thing he did last night.Oh, please do that thing.

While I’m silently begging him, he’s removed my shirt and undone my bra so quickly I didn’t even notice his hands moving. It’s taking all my strength not to just push him down on the bed and jump all over him.

My hand is on his belt and working quickly to get his jeans off, too. He’s built like a Greek god, all hard and chiselled, and that’s just his abs.

With his jeans undone, I slide my hand in the front of his shorts, and oh hell, he’s hard. So hard. A slight groan escapes his lips which are firmly attached to my neck.

With a tiny adjustment, my hand reaches down and cups his balls. He lets out another gasp and a hiss, but this time he bites my neck.

“Fuck, East. I am going to fuck you so hard. You have no idea what you do to me.”

“P… p… please.”

As if he loses control, he rips my jeans open and then forces them down my legs.

“Get those off now.” He growls as he steps back and takes off the remaining clothing he’s wearing.

“Yes, sir,” I whisper.

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