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Tell me what part of that you have a problem with…

None of it.

Excitement charges through me as I quickly slip out of one of the two doors into the hotel hallway. Taking a chance on the room to the left, I twist the metal handle and open the door.

The room is empty, and a slight chill hits me, the cold Banff air having infiltrated the dark space. Chairs and tables are stacked, but to the right of me is a raised stage, making me think the hotel uses this area for performances.

“Princess.”

Pushing my hair to the side, I don’t even flinch when my husband sets a kiss on the side of my neck. Instead, goosebumps travel down my arms and across every inch of my skin.

Spinning me around so I face him, his brown eyes are blown with more than just lust…need, desperation. Devotion.

Taking my hand, he guides me over to the stage and then picks me up, which is no mean feat given my size, and sets me on the edge. I lean back on my elbows as he lifts my legs and rests my feet on the edge, spreading me wide.

Without saying a word or taking his eyes off me, he gathers up the skirt of my dress and licks his lips as the moonlight shinesthrough the windows, providing him with enough to see my white lacy thong, stockings, and light blue garter.

Hooking his fingers through the straps, he peels my thong down but makes sure my stockings and garter remain exactly in place.

“Your pussy is shining in the moonlight for me, Princess. Are you desperate for my tongue?”

I nod and whimper at the same time.

He walks a couple of paces to the right, and that’s when I see it: a piece of the wedding cake we cut earlier, complete with a stack of vanilla buttercream.

Running his fingers through the frosting, he drops to his knees in front of me. “Wider for me, Princess, but make sure you’re still comfortable. I may be a while.”

Heat pools, and I swear I feel my release trickle down. Running my feet along the edge of the stage, I go as wide as I can.

“Since Jon insisted on having a cake, I think it’s only fair that I get to eat it from my favorite plate.”

He smears frosting on the inside of my thighs, trailing his fingers toward my apex, where he rubs it over my clit. The sensation makes me want to cry out, but I bite down on my bottom lip.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Jones. You can scream. In fact, it’s compulsory that you scream my name so loud that our family and friends hear it over the music.”

He nips at the inside of my left thigh, then runs his tongue towards my center.

“You want them to know what we’re doing?”

“No, Princess, not just them. I want everyone on this earth to hear that I lick your pussy better than any other man.”

Circling his tongue over my clit, he laps up the frosting, licking his lips as he does. “You want to try some? It’s fucking delicious?”

I nod as he gets to his feet and hovers over me.

“Open up for me.”

I open my mouth and take two of the fingers he swiped through me, sucking on the taste of myself and the frosting.

“Atta girl.”

But he’s not done as he removes his fingers and leans closer, bracing his hands on either side of my elbows. His white shirt is partially undone and open at the neck, offering me a glorious view of his pecs.

Teasing me with his tongue, the sweetness of the frosting mixed with the taste of him sends me into a spin.

“This stage is the perfect height to get you on your hands and knees. Do you think you can do that for me?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, still dizzy from his effect on me.