“Anything.”
“Were you ever going to tell me that you were once with Marlowe?”
“I told you that.”
“Um, no, you didn’t. She did. She assumed I already knew.”
“Oh. Shit. Are you pissed? It was years ago, before I married Val. And it was brief. We quickly discovered we’re much better friends than we are lovers.”
I gesture to the room around us. “Did you do this with her?”
“Some of it. We were all new to it then and in training. We practiced on each other on occasion. Does that make it weird for you with her?”
“No, not really. Like you said, it was a long time ago, and I know you had a life before me. A busy life.”
He roars with laughter and tweaks my nose. “Cute.”
“True. What about Cresley?”
“What about her?”
“Have you been with her, too?”
“I have, but only in threesomes with Hayden.”
I take a drink of my wine, seeking fortification. That’s what I get for asking—the painful truth. “She’s beautiful.”
“Yes, she is, but she’s no Natalie Godfrey.”
“Right,” I say, laughing. “She’s a freaking supermodel.”
“Did you look at the stack of inquiries from Danielle that I left in the kitchen?”
“What about them?”
“There’re about ten offers from some of the top modeling agencies in the country, along with cosmetic companies, couture houses and advertising agencies, all of whom are drooling over the idea of landing Natalie Godfrey to represent their products.”
“They are not.”
“They are, too! I told you to look through the stuff I left for you.”
“I thought you meant my test results.”
“That was only one of several things I left for you. Did I also mention the interest from the casting directors? Ever since the Globes, Danielle has been overrun by them, too.”
“It’s insanity. What do I know about any of that?”
“Maybe nothing, but they know true, raw beauty when they see it.” He kisses me. “And so do I.”
“I’m not interested in any of that. I want to work on the foundation and be with you. That’s all I want right now.”
“Then that’s all you have to do. But you have to know that the whole world is interested in you.”
“I don’t care about the whole world. I only care about you, that you’re interested in me.”
He hooks an arm around me and brings my back in tight against his front so I can feel his erection. “Suffice to say, I’m very interested.”
“That’s all that matters.” The words are no sooner out of my mouth than the plug in my ass begins to vibrate. It’s a good thing his arm is around me so tightly, or I might’ve fallen off my four-inch heels.
Pressing his cock against my bottom, he groans from the vibration that he can feel, too.
“You’re making a scene,” I say when I notice people are watching us.
“It’s what we do here.” He kisses my neck and continues to grind against me. His hand, which has been flat against my belly, moves down, his fingers splayed open. “We make scenes.”
“Flynn…”
“Shhh, no one can see what we’re doing. It looks like we’re just standing here talking.”
The tall table hits me just below the ribs, hiding my lower half. I suspect that’s the table’s secondary purpose. His middle finger dips lower, parting me and pressing against my clit through my pants. I gasp from the pleasure that zings through me. “We can’t do this here.”
“We’re not doing anything.”
“You’re touching me.”
“You’re my wife. I’m expected to touch you.”
“Flynn…”
“What’s my name here?”
Oh God. “S-sir.”
“That’s right. And what’s your safe word?”
“Fluff.”
“Use it if you need it, otherwise I expect you to remember the rules.”
He just changed the rules on me, but I understand what he’s doing. He’s showing me how incredibly hot it can be to experience desire in a room full of people, most of whom are paying us no mind. But there are a few who are watching us closely, and I suspect they know exactly what he’s doing to me.
The vibration in the plug goes up a notch, and I grasp the edge of the table.
“Let go of the table, Nat. I’ve got you.” His voice is low and intense against my ear. He’s asking me to trust him to know what’s best.
I force my hands to relax their tight grip on the table.
“Fold them and rest them on the tabletop.”
When I bring my palms together, I realize they’re sweaty. With my hands settled where he can see them, he does nothing more than rock against me, his finger teasing my clit through my clothes. He takes me right to the edge of release in under a minute.
My hands tighten around each other. I can’t possibly come here, in front of all these people. I can’t. I won’t. “Flynn…”
“Call me that again, and you’ll earn a punishment at home.”
“Sir… Please… Don’t do this to me here.”