Thank God she came on my mouth because I am not going to last. Tiggy is panting and gasping, and her muscles clench again, milking my dick as I explode, roaring when I do. I keep thrusting, and Tiggy comes too, muffling her scream in the crook of my neck. It’s muffled, but I hear her, and I can’t help my smug smirk. The woman just screamed my name.
Pulling out, I let her thong fall back into place, bending and retrieving her clothes and my shirt.
“Get dressed.” I hand her the skirt and blouse, and she obediently pulls them on, her hands still trembling from the force of her orgasm.
Once we’re both dressed, I comb my fingers through her hair until it’s as respectable-looking as it ever will be after our extracurricular activities and help her off the desk.
Crowding her space, I kiss her once more, my lips sliding over her cheek and resting on her ear.
“I like that ye’re dressed so demurely while underneath, ye’re all hot and dirty for me.”
She shivers at my words.
“Come on, I want to show you off in the club and have a drink with the lads while you’re sitting there, all prim and proper, filled with my cum.”
TIGGY
I blush at Seamus’s naughty words but allow him to tangle his fingers with mine and lead me from the office. We walk in silence, holding hands, back down the brightly lit corridor and out into the private bar, my heart thumping the whole way.
It’s the first time that he’s ever held my hand. Hell, apart from the hellishly awkward, eyes open, brief kiss at our wedding, tonight is the first night Seamus has ever kissed me. And holy hell, it was worth the two-week wait. The man kisses me like he’s consuming me, and I melt under his lips.
Paddy and Connor are at the same table when we emerge into the intimate bar, joined by Liam, the younger guy in their crew who drove us from the church to the hotel on our wedding day.
Paddy notices us as we approach, turning to signal to the waitress for more drinks. As we reach the table, so does the red-headed stripper, Tahlie. She’s wearing more than a thong and stilettos, though barely.
Her dress is gold and satin, and like a second skin, it’s so tight and short. All of a sudden, I feel dowdy. I’m dressed like a schoolteacher. The feeling intensifies as her eyes light up when they land on Seamus, and she unashamedly drinks in the handsome sight of him.
I wish I was anywhere but here, where sexy, confident women covet my husband when Tahlie’s eyes land on our tangled fingers and narrow.
Undeterred by my presence, she props her hip against the table, purring and jutting her chest out in our direction as Seamus reaches to pull out a chair.
“Seamus, you missed my set tonight.”
My heart sinks into the soles of my drab black pumps at the familiarity in her tone. They’ve definitely done the horizontal tango a time or two, possibly even on the very desk we just used. I feel cheap and dirty and want to scrub at my skin until it bleeds.
“And so I did,” he replies easily. “Have you met my wife? Tiggy, this is Tahlie, one of our dancers.”
His hand moves away from mine, and I suddenly feel bereft until it slides up my back, tangling in my hair as he tips my head back so he can press his lips to mine, where they hungrily move, his tongue licking at the seam of my lips, demanding access.
We break apart at a loud throat clearing, and Paddy is watching us with narrowed eyes while Tahlie is gaping at us. She recovers quickly, whistling through her teeth.
“She must be a special one for you to break your ‘no kissing’ rule,” she teases him. My heart sinks even lower, maybe into the basement. He has a ‘no kissing’ rule, and she knows about it? Yeah, they’ve fucked.
Seamus’s eyebrows shoot up. “Maybe you didn’t hear me.” His voice is ice cold, and his eyes flicker to Tahlie briefly before coming back to me, burning into mine. “She’s mywife.”
“And so she is, Fitzy,” Paddy smirks as a wide-eyed waitress delivers our drinks. “But the next set is about to start, and right now, you two are the main show.”
He’s not wrong, all eyes are on us, and they are either smirking like Paddy and Connor or shocked like Tahlie and the waitress.
Shrugging, Seamus drops into the chair he draws out, tugging me into his lap, reaching for his drink.
“Run along now, Tahlie,” Paddy tells her. She throws one last, incredulous look at me and Seamus, where he’s playing with my hair, his lips nibbling at my earlobe, before she struts off, shaking her ass.
I sit on his lap, frozen in position. This is the most affectionate Seamus has ever been with me, and it’s making me feel a little bit uneasy. No one likes to experience a complete U-turn in someone’s attitude towards them. That’s a red flag for something going on.
As soon as the lights dim, the music starts, and another stripper makes her way on stage, Seamus sits back, sipping his drink, his other hand resting on the arm of the chair.
I feel a little silly, perched on his lap as he blatantly ignores me again. Whatever all that affection was about, it’s over now, and I think I might have whiplash.