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A tablecloth can hide all sorts
of things. A hard-on. My hand between his legs where I tortured him
by rubbing on his hard-on.

He must have finally had enough
of my teasing. He unzipped his pants and leaned closer. “Go
ahead. Jerk me off under the table. I dare you.”

“
Tim, I can’t do
that.” I had no problem slipping one finger inside his open fly
to stroke him through his underwear though.

“
Yeah, I didn’t think
so. You big tease.”

“
I’ll show you a
tease.” I rubbed a little harder.

“
Jeez, you’re gonna
kill me.” He scanned the room for the bride and groom. “When
are they gonna cut this fucking cake already.”

I smiled, enjoying that he
couldn’t wait to get me alone. The feeling was mutual. In the
meantime, there was a wet spot soaking through the cotton of his
underwear. That totally turned me on. What can I say? A girl likes a
little validation once in a while. Driving a man so crazy he was
close to coming under the table in the middle of a wedding reception
was a pretty big feat in my mind.

“
They’re going up
now.” I watched Beth and John, hand in hand, move toward the
cake. The banquet manager met them there with a knife long enough to
cut through the towering white confection.

The traditional mashing of the
cake into the new spouse’s face seemed to take forever. For
some reason that brought to mind the image of Tim—or a certain
part of him—covered in icing. I was far more interested in
licking that off him than I was in eating the slice of cake the
waitress had just planted on the table in front of me.

I stood. “Come on.”

Tim’s eyes widened. “Now?”

“
Oh yeah.” I grabbed
the cake plate. I was so taking that with us, but I wasn’t
going to need the fork.

He scrambled to fix his pants
under the cover of the tablecloth, and I guess try to adjust his man
parts to best minimize the bulge. That part didn’t work out too
well. I still saw it just fine, but we wouldn’t be in public
for much longer anyway. I led him by the hand down a hallway that
would take us far from the crowd in the ballroom.

“
Where are we going?”
he asked.

“
To the bridal room.”

The hotel where the reception was
held was kind enough to give the bride and her attendants the use of
a room so we could freshen up, hook up, whatever. Since the bride was
busy out there with her groom, I figured the room would be the
perfect place for a little quickie. Or maybe a not-so-quickie. I was
up for anything he was.

As I’d hoped, the room was
empty and it had a lock on the door. Perfect. I turned to Tim, icing
covered finger held high. “Take your pants off.”

He laughed, a low, rich, sexy
sound that cut right through to my core. “My pleasure.”

Once his black pants were a safe
distance from the white icing I wielded, I approached, mouth
watering… Then an errant thought intruded into my bliss.
“Wait. Take your shirt off and show me your shoulders.”

“
What?”

“
I want to make sure
there’s no tattoo.”

His mouth dropped open. “Are
you crazy? Do you really think I’d switch with John now? At his
wedding reception?”

“
I don’t know. After
this weekend, nothing would surprise me.” Hell, I’d
already impersonated a stripper, had sex with a man everyone thought
was the groom, and been drugged into oblivion. All in the past
forty-eight hours. I figured anything was possible at this point.

“
Fine.” Rolling his
eyes, he unhooked his bow tie. He worked the buttons and wrestled the
shirt off, sending a few cufflinks flying across the room as he
yanked it from his wrists. He showed me both shoulders. “Happy?”

“
I will be soon.” My
gaze dropped down to the bulge straining his underwear. “Better
take those off too.”

“
I don’t know about
you anymore.” He shook his head but did as I asked and pushed
the boxer briefs off. His cock sprang free. “You’re
pretty demanding. I blamed it on the roofies the other night, but now
I’m wondering if it’s just you.”

I could be bossy, but as I coated
his cock with thick, fluffy icing, he didn’t seem to care when
I issued one more order. “Don’t come now. I want you to
fuck me too.”

“
How about I come now and
then fuck you too? That work for you?”

“
I don’t know. Can I
trust you to be able to perform twice?”

“
I did the other night. Or
don’t you remember?”

“
Nope. Maybe I would if you
give me a reminder.”

“
No problem.”
Apparently he was done with chatting. I made that assumption when he
gave my head a little push toward his iced cock.

As a child, I’d always
begged my mother to let me lick the beaters when she made icing. Tim
was infinitely better than a beater. I concentrated on licking him
clean, before I sucked all of him in. He watched me, his hands braced
on my shoulders and his feet spread wide enough apart he could keep
his balance as I worked him harder.

He groaned and his eyes drifted
closed. I tasted pre-come just as he pulled out of my mouth. “Forget
the original plan. I want inside you.”

“
Fine.” I was nothing
if not easy going.

I reached behind me for the
zipper of my dress, when he shook his head. “Leave the dress
on. It’s kinda doing it for me.”

“
It is?” Yards of
taffeta in a shade of green that looked nothing like any celery I’d
ever seen did it for him?

“
Oh, yeah.”

Hmm. I didn’t know what to
make of this strange wedding attire fetish of his, but I didn’t
have time to ponder it as he wrapped his hands around my waist. He
hoisted me onto the big dressing table. I leaned my head back against
the mirror and had a sense that it all seemed vaguely familiar.

He cradled the back of my head
with his hand. He leaned in and hovered just shy of my lips. “Don’t
want you hitting your head again this time.”

“
So we have done this
before.”

He drew back. “Damn,
O’Hagan and his drug… You really don’t remember?”

“
Kind of. Okay, not
really.” I figured déjà vu didn’t count.
“How about you make sure this time is memorable enough for both
times?”

“
I can do that.” His
features softened, the anger making way for desire.

Easier said than done, I
discovered, as he worked to find my legs under miles of fabric.
Finally, when my torso had all but disappeared amid the bunched
folds, the cool air of the room hit my bare skin, followed by the
heat of his hands on my thighs.

I felt the weight of his cock on
my leg. I looked forward to feeling it inside me since I didn’t
remember that first time very well…or at all.

Tim drew in a breath and shook
his head. His intense gaze focused on my face when I’d rather
have him concentrating on parts lower. “Still, I could kill
O’Hagan for what he did to you.”

“
I remember the lap dance.”
I wrapped one arm around his neck and pulled him close, pressing my
mouth to his ear. I bit his earlobe and tugged.

“
I’m not sure I want
you to remember that.” Tim groaned, but I wasn’t sure if
the sound was from my working on his ear, or the lap dance he didn’t
want me to remember.

“
Why not? Best orgasm I’d
had in a while.”

He pulled back. “And you
thought I was John during it.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Yeah,
that part wasn’t so good.”

“
Good answer.”

“
Hey.” I cocked one
brow. “You thought I was a stripper, so I guess we’re
even.”

“
I thought you were the
most unlikely stripper I’d ever seen.” He hesitated. “And
I wondered if you had a boyfriend.”

Surprised, I frowned. “Really?”

“
Yes.”

“
I’m not sure how I
feel about that. You knew Beth was going to introduce you to me at
the wedding and yet you wondered if the stripper grinding in your lap
had a boyfriend?” I narrowed my eyes.

He stopped the distracting
circles he’d been making against my inner thigh with the tip of
his cock. “You do realize you’re getting jealous of
yourself since you were that stripper.”

“
Yeah, but still.”
What I was sure was an unattractive scowl settled on my face, but I
couldn’t help it.

“
Rose, I was only attracted
to the stripper because she was you. I think I would have noticed you
if you’d been the maid or the waitress or whatever. Though I’ll
admit the thong underwear and corset from your stripper outfit
helped.”

I pressed my lips together. “Mmm,
hmm.”

“
You don’t happen to
be wearing those underwear tonight, are you?” Tim grinned and
then bent. He disappeared beneath a sea of green.

“
No. I’m not.”

The underwear I had been wearing
hit the floor. He spread me wide and I felt warm to my core as he
stroked me with the flat of his tongue.

I let out a shaky moan. “I
don’t remember this from the other night.”

“
I didn’t do this
then.” The heat of his breath hit my clit as he spoke.

“
Oh.” I reached down
blindly and gave his head a little push. “Do it some more.”

He chuckled and then his mouth
was back, accompanied by his talented fingers. He slid one inside me.
This man’s hands were amazing. My muscles clenched. In
response, he increased the pressure with his mouth. Adding a second
finger, he stroked inside me, moving faster as the pressure built.

It didn’t take long. I came
hard, probably loud enough to be heard down the hallway. As I
continued to throb inside I decided I didn’t care who heard.
They’d probably assume it was John and Beth in here anyway.

I was still panting with
aftershocks when Tim swam up from beneath the ton of fabric, looking
more than ready to fuck. Good, because I sure was. My dress rustled
as he stepped between my spread legs and pulled my hips to the edge
of the dresser. He cupped my face and claimed my mouth. Kissing was
nice. Sex would be better.

He didn’t make me wait. He
broke the kiss but his eyes never broke contact with mine as he
pushed inside. It all seemed so familiar.

My breath left me on a sigh as he
stroked into me, slow and deep. “I think I remember this.”

“
Good. I don’t want
you to ever forget it.” He kissed me again. The kind of kiss
I’d remember forever from a man I’d never forget again.
He moved his mouth to my ear. “You do know my corporate
headquarters is in Delaware, don’t you? That’s only about
two hours from Philly.”

I pulled back. That information
was enough to distract me from the pleasure of him deep inside me.
“Really? So that means…”

“
I can visit. You know, in
case you need some more reminders.” He glanced down to where
his hands held my hips firm.

“
I probably will.” I
nodded. “Lots and lots of reminders. Often.”

“
Yeah, that’s what I
was hoping.” He grinned.

The End

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