It feels like a possession.
His tongue coaxes my lips wider, binging on the taste of me. His fingers dig into my waist when he pulls me even closer, sandwiching me between his hold and rock-hard chest.
Rising more on my tiptoes, I realize the heels I wore are stilltoo short because I still have to put in some extra effort to reach Bobby.
But, besides the incorrect footwear, this is a dream.
Mydream.
It’s serene with no added pressure and eight hundred eyes on us. It’s what I told Bobby I always wanted.
He remembered.
We’re going to be fine.
“I made cookies for tonight,” I mutter against his lips and feel his lips heave a little. “You said you’d try them.”
Gingerbread cheesecake cookies.
When I said I loved Christmas, I meant it. I bakehundredsof cookies every year, and Bobby is my taste dummy. I amneveranywhere without cookies in my purse around this time of the year. Not only are my recipes specifically organized down to the type of cookie, but down to the rating of how good they are.
“Did I?” Bobby says against my lips, stealing another long and provocative kiss from my lips. “I had something else in mind.”
“I’m down for anything,” I whisper breathlessly. “As long as it’s not talking about that one client you were trying to sign on.”
The man sounded like a nightmare with his anal suggestions about where to put his money down to the cent and weekly reports on how it was doing.
“You cold?” I shake my head. “Good. Because I want to fuck you overlooking the city and show everyone that you’re mine.”
That suggestion takes my breath away.
I can’t say I’ve had the most exciting sex life imaginable.
Bobby and I once had sex on his office desk when I surprised him with lunch, but that’s as crazy as we’ve gotten.
Not that I’m complaining because it was equally hot as well as thrilling.
Yet, I’ll admit, busy schedules have kept us from continuing to have sex in random places and keeping it at a spicy level. Late nights turn into sleeping before our heads hit thepillow. I don’t love him any less for it, but I would like us to carve out some more time for ourselves and our relationship.
“Roof or room,” Bobby presses, cupping my ass through my dress impatiently. “I have to have you within the next two minutes or I’m going to lose my fuckin’ mind.”
“Roof.”
My answer is mindless when Bobby’s mouth finds mine again. This kiss is more depraved than the last. I don’t know where my mouth ends and his begins because he eats me alive with this one.
His breathing is battered with need, and mine is enthusiastic with Bobby’s new desire to fuck me as his wife.
I’m lifted in the air before my butt and spine hit the hard brick within seconds, while Bobby’s body spreads my thighs through my dress.
He begins bunching up the fabric, giving up on the length of it because it’s a lot. “How much do you love this dress?”
A lot.
However…
I quickly glance around, looking for the priest and imagining the look of pure horror at Bobby’s impatience to maul me, when I find nothing.
He’s gone.
