‘Some days yes, some days no,’ I admit.
‘He seems to be hitting the drinks hard lately.’
‘I was just thinking the same thing.’
Christian and I stand in silence for a few moments longer before we begin mingling once more. After an hour of jumping between groups, I feel myself growing a little bored and tired.
‘Hey, Captain,’ a silky voice murmurs, and I twist to face Anya, who has those pretty lips tilted in a flirtatious smirk. ‘I’m wondering if you’ll escort me to the after-party?’
‘The after-party of the party?’ I raise a brow. ‘Tell me more.’
‘It requires a limited amount of clothes.’
‘I see.’ I grin, glancing around us. ‘Where is everyone?’
‘They’re all playing a game out the back. I’ve already told them we’re heading out.’
‘You just knew I’d agree, did you?’ I ask playfully.
She leans forward, her breasts pressing into my chest, her lips touching my ear. ‘I have some moves I’ve learned recently that I would love to show you.’
Meeting her eyes, I flash her a grin and finish the rest of my drink. Collecting her hand in mine, I drag her towards the front door. It feels surreal to be together out in the open like this, showing the world that we’re partners. It’s been a long time coming, and it feels so right.
The Uber arrives within a few minutes and the ride home is short, as Christian’s house is less than ten minutes from ours. The house is dark and quiet as we stumble through the front door, her arms around my neck, my hands on her waist. We land on something – the lounge – and she straddles my hips, pinning me. We’re both breathing hard as we stare at each other.
‘Don’t move,’ she demands, and her lip twitches as she fights the smile threatening to take over.
‘Yes, Ma’am.’
Pushing to her feet, she drifts towards the cabinet, where the speaker and the light switches are. She flicks on the switch that Zayden set up, which coordinates the TV and the speakers, matching the lighting with the sound. Switching it to red mode, she presses play on her phone. Turning to face me, she unzips her dress, and it falls from her shoulders. My eyes widen and I prop myself up on my elbows as I drink in the lacey red lingerie she has on. It’s a two-piece set; the top half barely covers her breasts, and the lower half is completely see-through. She begins dancing to the beat, moving sensually and slowly. I adjust myself in my pants as I take in every movement.
‘You’re making me lose my damn mind, Blush,’ I whisper, feeling breathless as she drops to the ground, crawling towards me.
Never breaking eye contact, she shifts to sitting and pushes herself back, moving her legs into the air and exposing every inch of delicious skin, plus the part of her that has most certainly put a spell on me. Making a fist with my hand, I bite into it as she moves, her long legs fanning through the air. Moving to get on her knees, she arches and curves her back in ways that has me groaning.
‘Come here,’ I croak out.
‘Not until the end of the song,’ she taunts.
‘You’re killing me.’
My gaze is locked on her as she continues. When the song ends and rolls onto the next, she strides towards me and sinks down between my legs. Reaching for me, she unbuckles my belt, yanking my pants and boxers down my thighs. I hiss when her hands wrap around me, rubbing up and down my length.
‘This is mine,’ she says, moving her hand faster. ‘You’re mine.’
A groan leaves my lips and my head tilts back. ‘Yes,’ I breathe. ‘Take everything, it’s all yours.’
A breathy moan escapes her, and she pushes to her feet. Leaning forward, I circle my arms around her, kissing her bare stomach. Gripping the edge of her panties between my teeth, I inch it down her legs. She gasps when my nose skims the sensitive spot between her legs. I tug her forward, and she falls on top of me, straddling her legs over my waist.
Skating my hands over her hips, I move my finger to her entrance. ‘Fucking soaked.’ I smirk. ‘Always so eager for me, aren’t you Blush?’
She squirms, applying pressure to my finger as she grinds against me, chasing the friction to settle the ache I bet she’s feeling, since I’m feeling it just as strongly.
‘Yes,’ she whispers.
‘I need to get a ...’ I trail off, looking to see where my pants ended up.
‘I’m okay without, if you are,’ she murmurs breathlessly. ‘I’m clean and on birth control.’
