I watch her t**s rise and fall, but she still manages to look pure, hot, and demure at the same time. I can’t hold it any longer. I press my lips into hers, and she gasps. s**t. We’re here in the middle of these people.
“You look so hot, wife. I can barely hold on here,” I whisper in her ear and bite the earlobe. She lets go of a moan. I pull away. The music changes, and we dance again.
“Stop it, Sebastian. I’m already wet.”
Fuck, I press her into me to feel my erection. “Stop saying wet, Abbygail. You’re killing me.” That makes her laugh. “And you find it funny.”
“I think we should take a seat. I need a bathroom anyway.”
I hold her hand and taps Mason’s shoulder to let him know we’re leaving. I let her use the private bathroom attached to the VIP lounge. My phone rings while waiting
