I look from one to the next, meeting their tantalizing, glow-in-the-dark turquoise contacts... with a hot pink pair of my own.

Ransom jerks forward, his rough, strong hands gripping my face tight as he tears me to him.

His excitement strains against his black dress pants, pressing hard against my abdomen and I smile into the darkness.

“Baby,” he groans, his palms gliding into my hair.

The boys know what we need, both laughing the second Ransom snaps “Out” and they’re already opening the door.

Ransom doesn’t wait for it to close but is already clawing at my bare back with one hand, pulling my lips against his with the other.

He kisses me raw, heated, and full, and when his fingers find the zipper of my dress, my mouth curls into a smile he feels. He tugs back, his eyes on mine.

I let him unzip the thing over my ass, but when his fingertips come up to my shoulders to help the dress from my body, I step back.

He allows it, waiting, knowing more is coming

With slow movements I let it fall from my skin, and he sucks in a harsh breath as it pools around my feet.

The dress didn’t allow for a bra, but the pasties I used are star-shaped and the exact shade of hot pink as my eyes are glowing... as is the thong and thigh garment I’m wearing. I’ve got glow-in-the-dark glitter strategically streaked along the curve of my waist, breasts, and thighs, and Monti helped me out with a small handprint over my ass cheek, so when I turn, he darts forward, molding his hand over the exact spot.

“Fuck me,” he groans, burying his face in my neck. “My wife is trying to kill me on my wedding night.”

I chuckle, moaning when he bites me there, then licks and kisses, and then I’m hoisted and flipped, set on the edge of the desk.

“Wife.” I tip my head farther to the side. “I like the sound of that.”

“I know.” He sucks my skin, squeezing my breasts in both hands as I work the black suit jacket from his shoulders and follow with the removal of his dress shirt, also black, of course.

His hands come down and he opens up his belt buckle, kicks his shoes from his feet, and steps from his pants. “Wrap those legs around me, baby, and hold on.”

“Yes, boss,” I tease as I’m lifted from the desktop and carried to the far side of the room.

He likes it, his cock twitching against my center, and I can’t help but roll my hips against it in an attempt to ease the ache I too feel, before he gently lays me flat on my back.

The rug is placed in this spot for this very reason velvety soft and slick against my skin.