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“Am I right in thinking she was Piero Panarello’s fiancé?”

“If I were you, I wouldn’t say that name in my presence,” I growl.

His eyes widen, but he nods in response. “Apologies.”

“Answer the question. Where can I find Gary Keith?”

He runs a hand across the back of his neck, eyes darting back toward the party. “There’s an event he’s hosting next week. I can get you an invitation, but if that woman is who I think, it may be wise to leave her home.”

I narrow my eyes. “And why is that?”

“I couldn’t be sure whether the person you don’t want me to mention will be there or not.”

If it’s a party hosted by Gary, then it’s fifty/fifty whether Piero will attend. “Fine, once I’ve sorted him out. I’ll be knocking on your door again.”

His throat bobs as he swallows. “Certainly. May I go now?”

I step out of his way, allowing him to go to the restroom.

Gwen returns a minute later, brow furrowed. “What happened?”

“Nothing important.”

Her lips purse together and I notice the flash of irritation in her eyes. “Fine. Are we leaving now?”

I push her against the wall. “Why? Are you hoping to get me into the sack?”

She licks her lips. “Perhaps.” Gwen is vibrating with need and it’s intoxicating. She’s been like this all night.

“Okay, princess. Anything for you,” I murmur, before kissing her passionately. “I’m going to fuck your ass tonight,” I breathe into her ear.

I’m surprised that instead of telling me no, her eyes dilate and she pushes closer into me. “Yes, please, captain.”

“Fuck,” I groan, my cock straining against the zipper of my pants. “You want my cock in your ass?” I confirm.

She nods in response.

“We’re leaving right fucking now.”

She smirks and I know she thinks she’s won, but I feel like the one with the prize. My delicious wife wants her ass fucked, and I’m happy to oblige. I can’t wait to get her home.

30

GWENDOLYNE

There’s a strong pulse between my thighs, stronger than the pounding of my heart as I follow Cillian to our bedroom. His strong, confident strides contrast with mine as I take two at a time, trying to keep up.

When he mentioned fucking my ass, I thought it would be a turnoff, but ever since he used his hook back there, I’ve been gagging for more. It was so good.

“You look nervous, princess,” he murmurs as he leads me into the bedroom and over to the door to his sex room.

“Maybe I am.”

He kisses me passionately, stealing all the air from my lungs. “Don’t be. This is going to be the best fucking night of your life, I guarantee it.”

My mind races as he wraps his arms around me, and I feel a wave of heat course through me. I’ve never felt so alive.

He moves me back toward the bed, kissing me still. And then he lowers me to it, eyes alight with pure passion.

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