Illicit Temptation (Astoria Royals #3)

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Shea

T wo weeks after the Vegas trip, and one week after Jillian and Eoghan’s wedding reception. Balor asked me to plan a surprise wedding for him and Ella! I had to throw this one together in a couple of days. Proving once again that I can pull off anything .

I plan weddings for a living, but my brothers are getting hitched at breakneck speeds. All while I’m married and can’t tell anyone.

Except this quickie I’m having with Trace in the venue owner’s office might bring my world crumbling down.

“We have to stop this,” I say while Trace shoves my purple satin gown up to my hips. “It’s Balor’s wedding! We’re junkies. We can’t do this here.”

“We can. You will let me fuck you.” Trace drives into me from behind, the leather straps of his belt hitting the back of my thighs. “Now be quiet and take my cock. You need it, brat.”

I love it when he degrades me. Makes me feel so filthy. No man in his right mind would dare speak to me like that. Not in a way that would get me wet.

Trace goes from cinnamon roll-sweet, making me breakfast on the weekends to five-alarm-fire hot wings pinning me down on my bedroom floor each night.

With him slamming into me, I have to be quiet, but I’m losing control. Trace came back from Vegas more ravenous for me than ever.

“Please come already. We have to stop.” I try to push him away with a half ass-effort because I’m about to see stars.

“You little tease. Do you want to walk home?”

Hot juices drip down my thighs, and I can imagine the dress stains I’m going to walk out of here with. Guilt swamps me. Poor Ella was attacked while we were in Vegas recently and is walking around in pain.

I’m going to pass out from the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known. God, we’re both sick. With death wishes if we get caught.

But this is the most alive I’ve felt in years. Despite being held down on the desk, my pussy being rammed, I am in control.