A slow dance with Justine, however, stole his ability to do anything but move with her in slow steps. The feel of her swaying with him, moving in time together, was like making love but with their clothes on. Nothing they did could be construed as inappropriate, but he felt as if they danced under a shower of love. Especially when she smiled up at him and met his short kiss.

Short but overpowering.

He was dazed for the rest of the night, saying all the right things and laughing at the right jokes. But as they entered their room upstairs, he was glad to see he hadn’t been the only one affected.

Justine eyed him like a hungry wolf. “Clothes off. Now.” She slipped out of her dress with real speed. He had just dropped the last of his clothes and reached for her at the same time she flew at him.

They kissed and groped, caressed and stumbled to the bed, where they sank into pure decadence.

She moaned as his lips found her breasts, and when he tried to trail his mouth down her belly between her legs, she wouldn’t let him. “Next time,” she said on a hitched breath. “I want you in me.”

He couldn’t reason, need pressing him to sink inside her. His desire to be a part of her fogged his mind, and he slid home, Justine already wet and hot for him.

“God, you feel good,” he managed and lost himself to her taste and touch. The sex was both frantic and fantastic. No barrier between them, an unspoken consent so that when she cried out and seized around him, he felt no urge to pull back. Instead, he fucked her harder and came on a roar, jetting into the woman he loved with nothing but pleasure.

She tightened around him and stroked his shoulders, and he groaned as he continued to spend.

“Man, you’re sexy.” She kissed him, leading him back to her lips as he came down from his orgasm.

“Holy fuck.”

She laughed. “What a compliment.”

“I’m sorry. I think you broke me.” He swiveled his hips then had to stop, the sensitivity overbearing. “I came so hard. All in you.” Just saying that turned him on, and he shuddered when his dick twitched.

“I love it.” Justine gave him a naughty wink and kissed him gently, her touch more than welcoming. “I can’t believe what you do to me. And in that suit. I was dying for you all night.”

“Yeah? Because you in that dress made it difficult not to show everyone how hard I was for you all night. Justine, you’re beautiful. So damn gorgeous.”

She flushed with pleasure. So he had to kiss her some more, so gone for this woman it wasn’t funny. No, it was scary, but fear had no place in bed with them tonight. Not when he hadn’t gotten his fill of her yet.

“Let’s soak in the tub. Can you believe this room?” Justine rubbed his chest, toying with his nipples, and he hissed.