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I hadno idea how long we kissed before we finally broke apart, only that when we did so, Macy and Corinne were no longer standing there. The dance floor had filled as music poured into the room, everyone’s attention there, save for one person. Gran smirked at me from her spot at the family’s table. She held up a champagne flute and tipped it toward me and Asher with a wink.
Well, at least that show had been completely real.
“Not that I’m complainin’ or anything,” Asher said, his voice rough, “but what the hell was that?”
I lifted a shoulder, my fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt beneath his vest. “Turns out I like listenin’ to you sing while I’m wearin’ your ring.”
He made a gruff sound in his throat and tugged me closer, allowing me to feel the thick ridge of his cock. “Turns out I like singin’ to you while I’m wearin’ yours.”
I licked my lips, my gaze caught on his mouth. On the feel of him against my stomach. On thoughts of him moving inside me just that morning, and on the fact that he hadn’t given those women a second glance, even when I hadn’t been near. “Momma’s got June, and Mac has Owen. And there’s a great big dressin’ room upstairs without anyone in it.”
In response, he grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the back staircase. I could barely contain my grin as I hurried along behind him, weaving in and out of the crowd. Just before we ascended the stairs, I caught Rory’s gaze. My sister watched the two of us with something that looked an awful lot like concern.
But this was fine.Iwas fine. She was probably just worried about me ripping my dress and showing up in my shorts and tank. Definitely not about whatever this was that was developing between Asher and me.
The beat of the music shook the stairs as we ran up them, Asher’s hand gripping mine tightly as he tugged me along behind him. We burst into the darkened space, lit only by a strand of lights hung over the doors that led to the balcony.
“There wasn’t a lock,” Asher said, pulling me to a stop and pinning me between himself and the wall. “And we definitely won’t be able to hear if someone’s comin’ while I’m fucking my wife.”
I bit my lower lip, loving his words a little too much. “On the plus side, they definitely won’t be able to hear us either.”
He raised a brow. “You plannin’ on gettin’ loud, wifey?”
“Don’t know. You plannin’ on makin’ me come?”
“Once or twice.”
“How about let’s not get ahead of ourselves and just aim for the one.”
With a growl, he crashed his lips to mine, his tongue delving into my mouth while he fumbled with the excess material of my dress. Pulling away on a groan, he said, “How many layers is this fucking thing?”
I breathed out a laugh and lent a hand, gathering up the silk in my arms until my lower half was exposed, bare save for a pair of lace panties. “How about I get this out of the way, and you worry about gettin’ your pants down?”
“I have a better idea,” he said before dropping to his knees, slipping my panties to the side, and swiping his tongue through my slit.
“Oh God,” I breathed, widening my stance as he flicked my clit, biting my lip to stifle a moan before remembering there was no need. Not when the music downstairs drowned out the two of us.
The thought that someone could stumble on us at any time—that Will and Finn were no doubt planning to use this very space for this very thing at some point tonight—only worked me up that much faster.
When Asher slipped two fingers inside me and curled them to catch on that spot that made me see stars, I was lost, thrown off the cliff headfirst into the abyss as waves of pleasure crashed over me. With one hand holding up my dress and the other gripping his hair, I rode out my orgasm against his mouth. I hadn’t even managed to catch my breath before he stood, gripped me under the ass, and lifted me up.
“That’s one,” he said against my lips. He braced me between himself and the wall, one hand clutching my ass as he dragged his cock through my slit with the other. “How about you give me this next one while I think about you claimin’ me out there in front of everyone?”
Before I could respond, he thrust deep, stealing my breath along with my words.
He groaned loud and low, the deep resonance sounding like it was pulled straight from his soul. “Fillin’ you up is never gonna get old. Tell me what’s better than this.”
“Paris in the spring?” I panted, my eyes rolling back as he thrust deep.
“Nope.”
“Swimmin’ with dolphins?”
“Wrong again.”
“Seein’ the Northern Lights?”
