I watched as the house lights went down and the stage lights came up on the first stage. Reese wrapped his arms around me, pulled my long hair over my shoulder, and pressed his lips to my neck. After kissing me lightly, he put his teeth to my skin and bit down, making me soak my panties.
“The first time we were alone in a room together, you bit me when you came. I would find it only appropriate if you came again tonight.” And he pulled my short leather miniskirt up to my hips, exposing my thong. He moved the thin, now wet, material of my thong to the side and sank two of his fingers between my lips. “Oh, Tessa. You are always wet for me.”
“That is because you are always whispering dirty thoughts in my ear,” I said as I leaned back against his chest.
Reese unbuttoned two of the buttons on my black silk shirt and reached inside to cup my breast. “I love holding you like this, capturing you in my arms.”
The thought of him controlling me sent delicious chills down my spine. As I looked out at the crowd, I watched as men adjusted their pants and women crossed their legs, clenching their thighs together for just a moment, trying to quell their arousal, if even for just a moment. Knowing that I was secretly watching these people who were being turned on by watching the erotic show I had put together was one of the biggest turn-ons I had ever felt.
I heard Reese pull his zipper down, and I put my hands on the dark wood of the desk that was in front of me. I raised my hips to push my waiting pussy toward him as he pulled out his cock and rubbed it up and down my wet slit from my clit to my ass. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I waited for him to be lined up perfectly and pushed back, shoving my pussy down on his hard length.
He grabbed my hips, his fingers pushing into my skin, and I knew I was going to have marks from his fingertips that were tightening on me. With his hands on my hips, Reese let me set the pace. He stood behind me, not moving, just letting me enjoy watching my club while riding his cock. It was the sweetest thing he had done for me yet. Just as the first set was ending, I came hard on Reese, who took the controls for me and punished my pussy with his cock, slamming into me until he found his release, and we collapsed on the desk. When we recovered, we cleaned up in the bathroom attached to the office.
Looking out at my club with Reese standing by my side, I thought about everything we had been through. It still amazed me that our love had survived. Gluttony, lust, greed, sloth, envy, wrath, and pride had brought us together. I knew beyond a doubt that, for the rest of our lives, we would sin for love.
“Tessa”
Mom had really done a great job putting together everything for the wedding while I had been in Mission Beach. She had talked to the caterers and decided on the menu, the flowers, and even the wedding cake. I had been having regular dress fittings in California and couldn’t wait for Reese to see me walk down the aisle.
We had decided to have our pre-wedding dinner at McCools, the restaurant where Reese and I went on our first date. What he didn’t know was that when he was working during the day, I’d been taking regular Shuffleboard lessons from Bruno. I had perfected the art of sliding those shitty little disks down the long, sandy board. I had a plan to get Reese back for what he had done to me the first time we were here.
Almost everyone knew the story and they were keeping my practice a secret. So after we finished dinner, Myles stepped away to order the drink for Reese. I waited for him to signal me that he had the disgusting mixture in place before I tipped my head toward Reese and said, “Want to play?”
He laughed and pushed out his chair. “Sure, baby. I’ll try not to kick your ass too bad.”
I followed him toward the shuffle board, picking up the Jäger bomb from the bar on the way over without him seeing me. “Well it would only be right if we played, Reese. But here,” I said as I held out the glass to him. “This time you have to drink this.” I couldn’t contain my laughter, and I was spilling all over my hand.
He took the glass from me, slammed the drink, and then said, “Okay, now I’m going hard on you. Your ass is mine.” And he picked up the first puck, sliding it down the table, getting himself two points.
I picked up my puck and, just before sliding it down the table, blew a kiss at him and said, “No, baby. Your ass is mine.” Sending the puck gliding down the table, I watched it crash into his and send it flying off before spinning to a stop farther down, earning me five points.
He stood up and turned back to the wedding party, who were enjoying drinks at the table, and yelled, “Okay, who’s ass do I need to kick for teaching my girl how to play?” Bruno started whistling, looking anywhere but at Reese.
Writing this book has been the most difficult thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve loved every minute of it. I want to thank some of the people in my life who I couldn’t live without.
Big thank you to my husband for loving me even when I was ornery or crying for unknown reasons, you helped me have the courage to pull this off. And to my daughter who is a constant source of hilarious material. I love you both so much.
Alecia - Thank you for always being there through my obsessions, freak-outs, and late night texts. You are the best friend a girl could have!
Alessandra - I will never be able to thank you enough for your kind words of support and guidance.
To the best Writers Guild in the world where it all started - you ROCK!
Beta Readers - I <3 you all so much! Thank you for your honest feedback and encouragement.
And my dear NaNoWriMo Support Group thank you for sprinting, chatting, laughing, and crying with me. I’ve met so many wonderful authors here and I cherish every one of you.
If you are reading this THANK YOU!
About the author
Claudia currently resides next to the mountains but dreams of the beach. She is married to her lost then found high school love and has a teenage daughter who gives her stomachaches from laughing so hard together.
Claudia has an almost superhuman ability to obsess over whatever strikes her fancy. She spends her time adding to her ever growing tattoo collection, writing, and perfecting the Tequila-O with her ever present seven bottles of Jose.
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