“I didn’t want to wait,” she whispered. “I don’t care where we are.”
“I do,” I hissed, even though I was already gone and I wouldn’t change for anything. “But God, baby—fuck, Iloveyou for this.”
She exhaled against my throat like a kiss. “Then prove it.”
My world narrowed to heat. To her. To the obscene way we were joined and no one knew.
Not Ivy, still talking. Not Marco, laughing like a jackass. Not Kimi and Lucy, still playing with fire on their side of the table.
Only us. Onlyher. My wife.
Sitting on my cock like it was her throne.
And me, falling apart beneath her like I was built for it.
And then—without warning—my hand slid higher under her dress, past the slick mess between us. I found her clit with my thumb and pressed down gently. She gasped so softly I felt itmore than heard it, her hips jerking forward, burying me deeper inside her.
I didn’t move again. Just held her there andpressed—circling slow, steady, relentless, until her breath hitched and her body tightened like a bow pulled taut.
She squeezed hard around me. But that tiny, involuntary twitch wasn’t just a reaction. It was the start of something.
I felt it. Felt the way her breathing caught. Felt the slick pull around me tighten. Felt her hips stutter as her muscles flexed in that soft, trembling ripple I knew by heart.
“You’re close,” I breathed, stunned. Wrecked. “You’re—fuck, you’re my wife, Auri. I love you.”
She reached for her wine like she wasn’t about to come in front of everyone we loved. Took a slow sip and swallowed, then clenched around me again.
It was all I could take. One more second. One more twitch. One more breath held between our bodies like a prayer.
She managed to bite out, “I love you, too, Cal,” before she tilted her hips slightly, her thighs pressed inward, high and tight.
She shattered in my lap, silent and perfect, trembling so faintly I could feel it only because I was inside her. Her hand gripped mine under the table. Our rings collided. Her pussy spasmed, and I followed, squeezing the life out of me while I came hard.
I fucking lost it, burying myself as deep as I could. Jaw locked, eyes shut, spilling inside her like it was asacrament.
Right there in the booth.
While Kimi made a joke about goat cheese and Marco asked if we should do an espresso round after dessert.
Hot. Endless. Ruinous.
Her face turned toward mine, kissing me softly to play it off as us just being stupidly in love and freshly married.
She grazed her lips over mine like nothing had happened and she hadn’t just come on my cock at a table full of our closest friends. Her eyes were glassy with aftershock, mouth parted, breath sweet with wine. She let out a faint, contented sigh against my lips and smiled like I’d just told her something romantic and we were simply newlyweds basking in post-wedding bliss.
And then she laughed at something Ivy said, but I was still thinking about how she’d just come undone in my lap.
I could barely hear a fucking thing. All I knew was her. Her thighs still trembling. Her hand still gripping mine. Her pulse still thundering beneath her skin. And the hot, sticky evidence of everything we’d just done, hidden beneath fabric and sweat and sin.
I nuzzled into her hair, whispering reverently, “My love. My wife. My always.”
She kissed the edge of my jaw quickly, and just like that—we went back to pretending.
Time had stopped meaning anything.Not in a scary way. In awarm, floating, champagne-soaked way.
Someone laughed. I think it was Marco. Someone clinked a glass. Someone—me?—said “oh my God” and then forgot why.
Callum was beside me. Solid, warm, and too quiet.
