Once Upon A Half-Time 1(64)

Her lips parted, but she didn’t try to speak. She puffed a heated breath and swallowed.

I did the same.

“Know what I want?” I leaned close. She smelled of coconut and paradise and complete and total mystery. “I want to show you around this party, all prim and proper and classy in that dress.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“But we’ll have a secret.” I nibbled her ear. “They won’t know that you’ve just been fucked and filled with load after load of cum.”

It was a great party, but I knew how to make it more fun.

I tugged her hand. A question. One that didn’t need words.

She followed, staring at me and breathless. Her head just barely nodded.

I’d reward that bravery.

Inside, the gala was too crowded for anything more than a sensual dance, but Jack and Leah had picked the perfect location for their event—a country club and botanical garden. A romantic place. Beautiful. Quiet.

I led her across the dance floor and to a side exit, sneaking through a secondary area by the stage. The songs were ending, and the lights brightened to welcome the party-goers.

Jack waited to be introduced as Leah fixed his bow tie. I winked as I passed him.

“You two behave…” He shrugged his own warning away. “Never mind. Go for it. If there’s a scandal tonight, better you than me.”

Elle hid her face, but she chased after me, sneaking from the party into a beautifully landscaped garden and patio. Twinkling, white LEDs glittered through the wrought-iron fences, separating a dining patio from the garden. I found our perfect hideaway.

A hedge maze, even taller than me, snaked through a fabulous courtyard. It twisted far from the club and into the dark silence of the humid night and all its promises.

I should have declared this our third date, but that was fine. I’d take any extra time I could get with Elle. Maybe we were stretching our agreed-upon rules, but she hadn’t argued on technicalities yet.

And she wouldn’t after tonight.

Our shoes crunched over the gravel, and we entered the maze. I let Elle lead me, first left, then right, until the darkness swirled around us deep within the maze. We were tangled and twisted as we came to the same stone bench marking the path we’d crossed three times in a row.

Maybe we were lost.

But hell, I was already lost in her.

I had been, ever since the minute I met Elle. The hours we passed talking, the weekend we hid within each other’s arms, and the days we’d spent together at training camp had transformed our drunken, mistaken marriage into…

Something more.

Something that might have been more.

I could make it happen.

I reached for her, but she was already there, pressed against me. Her arms circled my neck, and her lips parted for my kiss, my tongue, my nibble.

Everything.

Like she knew exactly what I needed. Elle wasn’t just a tease anymore. She dragged me to that damning edge quicker than any woman ever could.

“I always want to take my time with you…” I mumbled against her lips. She let me guide her to the stone bench, a flat little altar just for me. “When we’re apart, I imagine all these fun things I could do to you. Roses. Chocolate. Little feather toys…”

She smiled gripping the bench as I tucked her skirt over her waist. A wicked black thong separated me from her. I pulled it aside, staring at that puffy little slit.

“But then I see you…” My voice dropped low. “And it takes every ounce of my strength not to mount you like a damned animal.”

I recognized her tell—a dead giveaway that she was hot and waiting. The quiver of her lip always peaked into a smirk when a thought sounded wicked to her.

“But you like getting fucked that way, don’t you?” I let the word hiss, watching as she shuddered in a silken delight. I raced my own desire to unbutton my pants. Last thing either of us needed was for me to bust a seam in the middle of the party. “You love it when I lose all control with you.”

She leaned forward, gripping my cock and tugging the length with gentle fingers and a dirty mind.

My heart crashed against my chest. Every muscle in my body readied, pumped full of adrenaline for a chase, an attack, a flight, fight, or fuck.

“You have no idea what you do to me…” I pushed her legs apart and aimed for her slick pussy. “So I’ll prove it to you, Elle. Again and again, until you finally start believing it.”

She didn’t need to speak.

Elle arched as I slipped inside her pussy and bottomed out in the quivering softness that was as much velvet as it was vice.

Heaven.

She arched against the stone, gripping it, holding me, bucking her hips as my mind melted into thoughts of rapturous nothing and animalistic instinct. I thrust deep, and the shiver that strained her body shuddered through me.