Page 5 of Hampton Holiday Collective

He smirks, then looks over his shoulder to the empty hallway before turning that mischievous expression back to me. “You’re not going to make it that long,” he taunts seductively, tickling the bare skin of my back with one hand while tracing the other up my leg through the high-cut slit of my dress.

“I’m not,” I admit with a breathy whimper, lost to the ministrations of my husband’s hands as he teases the waistband of my pantyhose.

“What can I do to help you, beautiful?”

I roll my hips forward, desperate for more of his touch. Teasing me through my dress or even through the nylon of my hose is inadequate compared to what those fingers feel like when they’re pressing into my skin.

“What do you need?” he demands, latching on to my neck and biting the sensitive skin just below my ear.

I can barely form coherent thoughts as he kisses me, his mouth fanning the flames of the fire building low in my belly.

“Do you want to take this out?” he asks, nudging the plug while devouring the sensitive skin of my neck.

“No,” I rush to reply. “I want you to take it out tonight,” I insist, inspiring another animalistic growl from deep in his chest. We’re both breathing hard, way too worked up. Especially since we’re at a charity event. And Rhett has to be on stage within the hour.

“Can you get me off really quick? Just to take the edge off?” I plead, panting when he grips my hips in both hands to steady me. Or maybe to steady himself. Hell, we both could use an anchor right now.

“V…”

It’s a warning. His subtle way of telling me I’m testing his patience and his self-control. But that’s the beautiful thing about our marriage. After knowing each other for decades and loving each other for more than half our lives, I know just what to do to push his buttons in all the best ways.

“Ev, please. I need you.”

His mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss is the only confirmation I get.

Game on.

Before I have time to react, he’s worked one hand up the slit of my dress and into my pantyhose, while the other hugs me firmly in place against his body.

He nudges the plug deeper as two fingers connect with my clit. If he wasn’t bracing me against his body, I swear my knees would give out and I’d be a puddle on the ground.

“Eyes on me, beautiful.”

My head snaps up on command. When his gaze penetrates my soul, I nearly come. In that moment, I am completely entranced by him. Every touch. Every breath. Every tremor building inside me, just waiting for him to unlock my pleasure in the way only he can.

“You look like you’re about to burst, you naughty girl.” He pushes against the butt plug again, my ass clenching around the intrusion as pleasure builds steadily in my core.

“So naughty. And so perfect for me. You gonna come for me, naughty girl? You gonna come right here with this plug in your ass, pressed up against a wall at a charity event where anyone could walk by and see you unraveling?”

I can’t even come up with a response. The combination of his words and his fingers working hard and fast against my sensitive bundle of nerves sends me flying over the edge. I raise a hand to my mouth in an attempt to stifle my own cries as my center clenches around nothing and my orgasm stuns me into stillness.

My ass tightens around the plug with every spasm. Rhett lets me ride out the waves, his movements slowing and bringing me back to earth. Then he pulls my hand away from my mouth and kisses me deeply again.

My entire body relaxes and slumps against the wall in relief, but I’m nowhere near satisfied. When he pulls back and purses his lips in amusement, I know he knows it, too.

He purposely got me off as fast as possible. He did just what I asked. But I already want more, and he knows it. I’m quite possiblymoreworked up now than I was five minutes ago.

“Maybe that was a bad idea,” I say, still breathless, readjusting my pantyhose and dress as Rhett steps back to smooth out his pants.

He cocks a brow in question.

“Now I’m even hornier than before,” I admit with a small shrug and a smile I can’t hide.

He groans and turns away to adjust himself through his pants, but he doesn’t go far, and in seconds, he’s got a hand on my hip again, holding me while I work to steady my breathing.

After a few minutes, we’re both calm enough to rejoin the crowd. He offers me his arm, peeking out from our private alcove to make sure the coast is clear, then we step out and make our way to the ballroom.

“Come on, naughty girl. Let’s get this over with so I can get you home and properly take care of you.”