“Absolutely not,” I lie.
“Are you sure?” Gavin asks, softly cupping my cheeks in his palms and tilting my head back. My lips part involuntarily. My entire body is fully consenting, betraying my better senses. “Because you don’t seem so sure.”
I think he might kiss me, but he doesn’t. His hands trail down my neck, over my collarbones, caressing the swell of my breasts, pausing momentarily to tease my nipples. That’s all it takes for my hips to jerk up towards him, grinding against his cock.
I moan. No words. Just a moan. Gavin smirks.
“We can’t do this,” I tell him. I still have my pussy pressed firmly against his granite-hard dick.
“Why not?” he asks. “Who’s stopping us?”
“We’re in public,” I whimper, leaning forward more so that his cock rubs right against my clit, sending a thousand volts of heat through my thighs.
“So what? No one is paying attention, and we aren’t actually doing anything,” he says, bringing his hands back to my face.
“People might walk by,” I say. But I don’t want to stop, and I don’t want him to stop. In my head, I try to come up with reasons we should stop. I can think of nothing, and I don’t care because I am distracted by Gavin.
“And as far as they’re concerned, we’re just kissing,” he says before he covers my mouth with his. I give into him willingly, my lips parting, inviting his tongue inside my mouth to dancewith mine. It’s slow and intentional, and I don’t realize what I’m doing with my hips. Gavin is just standing there, but I am grinding slowly and discreetly against his cock, finding a delicious rhythm.
“Do you like that?” he asks in a low, gruff whisper.
“Mm…” I respond.
“Do you like how hard I am for you?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asks.
“I don’t…I don’t know if I–”
“You’re going to come for me,” he rephrases, and my body overrides my mind. I don’t want to give in to him, but I need to give in to this. My legs begin shaking as I press my body closer to his cock. I part my lips and lose focus, kissing him and having a public, stand-up orgasm at the same time.
My hands clasp his biceps, and my fingers dig into his skin. A smirk crawls across his lips as he stares down at me, our faces still less than an inch apart.
As the orgasm rushes over me, the moans escaping my lips escalate, threatening to get even louder. Gavin covers my mouth with his, swallowing my scream of pleasure behind his smug lips.
Slowly we pull apart, and he steps back. He wipes his lips with his thumb and grins.
“No chemistry, huh?” he asks before walking away.
Chapter 19
Gavin
“I needyou to do me a favor,” Charlotte says as she pulls her hair back into a tight ponytail.
“Another favor?” I ask. “But I already did you a favor the other day at the travel agency.”
Charlotte ignores me. “I allowed the downgrade from herb-crusted rack of lamb to char-crusted rack of ribs. I bit my tongue when Holly fell in love with the color swatches from hell. But this is the cake, and the cake matters.”
“I know it matters,” I agree with her. “Everyone loves cake. We need a big one and lots of it.”
“It’s not just about the size,” she says. I open my mouth to say something, but she doesn’t give me a chance to speak. She firmly says, “I swear if you make a joke about size mattering right now, I’ll nut tap you.”
A laugh bursts out of me at the sound of her saying that phrase. But Charlotte goes on.
“Gavin, I’m serious. The cake is so important. Aside from the bride’s dress, it’s literally the focal point of the wedding. It needs to be perfect,” she begs. “Please.”
