Page 103 of Decidedly Off Limits

She shook her head, but it was the truth in her eyes that told me everything I needed to know. “I’m only here with Owen as a favor. There’s nothing between him and me and never will be again.”

I brushed my lips against her jaw. “For the record, I haven’t been with anyone either.” I hadn’t even been tempted.

Kelsey was the only woman for me.

I ran my hands down her legs to the hem of her dress. Then I traced my fingertips back up, drawing the fabric with me. My cock perked up, eager to join the party.

Once the skirt was bunched around her hips, I told her to sit on the bench. A sexy, confident smile curved onto her lips and she did as I asked.

“You have my favorite thong on.” Hell, any pair of panties she owned were my favorites.

I was an equal opportunity type of guy.

It didn’t take long before I had them off her and tossed them aside. “Spread your legs.” The words rumbled deep in my chest. For two weeks, I’d dreamed about her pussy.

For two weeks, I’d dreamed about nothing but her.

But I guess that doesn’t surprise you by now.

“We should be getting back. Everyone’s probably wondering where we’ve disappeared to.” Kelsey might have said those words, but they lacked the conviction I needed to stop. I’d been craving this moment since spotting her in the audience.

The corner of my mouth tilted up to one side. “I’m sure they’ve assumed we’ve gone off to get reacquainted.” I knelt between her legs and pressed my lips to her inner thighs. They traveled along her sweet skin with light kisses—the appetizer before the main course.

And then I found what I had been starving for during the past two weeks. And just like I remembered, she tasted like liquid gold.

I stroked my tongue against her clit, savoring her like fine wine. Once. Twice. A third time. It didn’t take long before she was writhing against my mouth and softly moaning.

My cock tried to break free of the restraints of my zipper, less than thrilled that its turn wouldn’t be until much later. I slipped a finger inside her…followed by the second one. She groaned the sound she always made when she was close to coming. Her fingers knotted in my hair.

I tormented her for a few more seconds with my fingers and my tongue, then switched things around. My thumb worshipped her clit and my tongue entered her.

It was more than she could take. Her head fell back against the wall as her muscle clenched around my tongue. She let out a soft erotic moan, doing her best to make sure the people in the ballroom on the floor beneath us didn’t hear her. The Kelsey I knew and loved was usually a lot less restrained when it came to noisy sex.

It took her a few moments to recover, and the sight of her with her orgasm-flushed cheeks and drowsy, satisfied eyes almost did me in. My mouth relished the opportunity for one final taste ofhermouth before I helped her to her feet.

She reached for her thong but I was quicker. I shoved it in the pocket of my tux. “We should go back now before we’re missed.” I winked and walked to the door before she had a chance to steal the thong from me. If she really insisted, I’d give it back to her later, but for now it would help me get through the night until I had her in my bed again.

Our salads were waiting for us when we returned to the table. Kelsey introduced me to her ex-fiancé’s colleagues and his boss.

“Nice to meet you,” I said. And yes, I even meant it when I then told Owen that it was good to see him again. How could I not? If he had appreciated what was in front of him when he’d had the chance, I wouldn’t be the one sitting here with Kelsey’s thong in my tux pocket.

I’d be the poor sap—instead of December—sitting with Beatrice.

Dinner was enjoyable, with Kelsey sitting next to me and knowing that this time she was mine. I wasn’t crashing her date. I wasn’t hosting a dinner party for our friends while fantasizing that she was mine. And I wasn’t sitting on a bed while someone was taking photos of us, when all I wanted to do was make love to her.

She was mine, through and through—and I would happily spend the rest of my life reminding her of that. I would happily spend the rest of my life ensuring that she never had any doubts about how much she meant to me.

She came first.

Always would.

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Kelsey

Quick. Name the best place in the world to be on a Sunday morning?

Wrong.