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It’s a buffet dinner today, and we wander around the food stations, helping ourselves to meats, cheeses, fruits, and seafood—Kait hardly choosing enough to feed a rabbit, while I pile enough for two people onto my plate. We find a seat with some of the others, and eat looking out at the glorious view across Wellington and its harbor, while the sun beams down.
I try not to keep looking at Juliette, giving her the space she wanted. It’s a beautiful day, and after a decent dinner and a cocktail or two, I feel more relaxed. I’m going to make sure to drink plenty of water during the evening, and I steer clear of the rich desserts and help myself to fresh fruit, taking it back to my seat to nibble as the day wears on.
The sun is heading toward the horizon when Alex stands up to give an informal speech, followed by Damon. Music starts playing after that, and people begin dancing.
“Would you like to dance?” I ask Kait.
“Aren’t you supposed to dance with Kennedy?” she says, amused.
“She’d much rather dance with her husband,” I scoff, getting up and holding out a hand.
“Thank you,” she says, looking genuinely surprised. “I’d love to.”
I lead her onto the area in front of the DJ, and we start dancing. We chat while the music plays, talking about the day, and our hope that the wedding goes well tomorrow. When the song comes to an end, James comes over and asks if he can have the next dance, and I smile and let him step in.
I can’t see Juliette anywhere or I’d ask her to dance, but I take the opportunity to head up to the house and visit the bathroom. When I’m done, I wash my hands, then open the door to head out.
“Oh!” I exclaim as someone pushes me back into the bathroom and closes and locks the door behind them. It’s Juliette, and she looks pretty mad.
“Hello,” I say, amused.
“Don’t you ‘hello’ me.” She pushes me up against the wall. “Are you enjoying yourself out there, flirting with the rich and famous?”
“I told you, Alex asked me to look after her.”
“You don’t have to be so enthusiastic about it,” she says. Her cheeks are flushed. She looks absolutely amazing.
I know I should remind her that she’s the one with a partner, and the one who wanted to keep us a secret. But behind her jealousy, misery flickers. She knows she’s being unreasonable, and she hates herself for it.
“You know you’re the only girl for me,” I tell her, tucking a hand under her chin.
She knocks it away. Then she starts unbuckling my belt, keeping her gaze on mine.
I lift my eyebrows. “What are you doing?”
She doesn’t reply, just finishes undoing my belt, then flips open the button at the top of my suit trousers. “You think you’re the only one who gets to make demands?” she says.
I don’t say anything, my thermostat rapidly rising.
She slides her hand into my trousers and cocks an eyebrow. “Oh, are you finding it exciting to be locked in a bathroom with a girl?”
“Not with any girl,” I tell her, my voice husky. “Only with you.”
She likes that. Her face flushing, she moves up close to me, massaging my rapidly growing erection. “You’re mine,” she says.
“Okay,” I admit happily.
“Only I get to do this,” she says. And then, to my astonishment, she sinks to her knees before me.
“Juliette!” I’m genuinely shocked. “People will be waiting to use the bathroom…”
“I don’t care. I saw you eating pineapple. I want to make sure I’m the only one who gets to take advantage of it.” Somewhat feverishly, she lifts the elastic of my boxers over the erection that has sprung to life and takes me in hand.
“Oh. Uh… We shouldn’t…” My words trail off as she looks up at me and closes her mouth over the tip. “Ahhh… holy fuck.”
Over the two years that Shaz and I tried to get pregnant, it was out of the question for my precious baby-making fluid to end up anywhere but where it needed to be, so it’s been a long, long time since I’ve experienced this.
Juliette murmurs as she slides her lips down the length of my shaft, and I groan and let my head fall back, closing my eyes. Jesus… that feels good. I swell in her hand, and she moves back as she strokes me, giving a short laugh. “You’re so big,” she says, eyes sparkling. “You’re going to make my jaw ache.” Despite the protestation, she does it again, and this time she takes me deep in her mouth, brushing her tongue across my sensitive skin.
