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for more? Are you going to come for me and scream my name?”
    His growled whispers in her ear pitched her need sky high, and she gasped when her back hit the cool surface of a marble statue of Eros. Somehow Elliot had danced them right out the ballroom and into the garden. This side of the patio was deserted and cast in shadows, the music and hum of the ball room a distant noise. Elliot took her arms and pinned them above her head.
    “Hold onto Eros for me, my sweet, while I check how wet you are for me?”
    Excitement coursed through her veins and moisture flooded the tiny bit of lace masquerading as her underwear this evening.
    “Elliot, we can’t. Someone will see.” She whispered the words, desperate to make him stop, or was that continue. Elliot ignored her. He curled her fingers around Eros’s arm and, with a sinful grin in her direction, kicked her legs apart.
    She had no choice but to hang onto the statue’s arm, lest she’d fall. As it was she teetered precariously on her heels. Elliot dropped on his haunches and kissed her quivering tummy through the silk of her dress. His hands slid slowly up her inner thighs until they met at the sodden little triangle covering her slit. Hooking his thumbs under the elastic he pulled it out of the way and parted her labia. Cool air danced across her sensitive flesh, and Beth groaned.
    “Elliot, we ca–an’t.”
    He smiled up at her and held his fingers up for to see. They glistened with the evidence of her arousal, and she closed her eyes and let her head fall back when he used the thumb of his other hand to stroke her clit in lazy circles. Her whole body tensed and shook with the intense feelings he wrung out of her. The fact that mere yards away there was a whole room full of people just added to the delicious naughtiness of it all.
    Elliot pushed his fingers into her tight channel and thrust in and out, pushing her to the brink of insanity. She rocked her hips onto those clever fingers, desperate for him to go faster, deeper.
    “Elliot, please …”
    He withdrew his fingers and she moaned, only for him to slide those wet digits into her mouth. Beth tasted herself mixed in with Elliot’s unique brand of crazy, and he grunted when she wrapped her tongue around his fingers and sucked hard. The scrape of his stubble across her neck awoke more of her oversensitive nerves, and he nibbled her earlobe, his voice a husky and urgent whisper in her ear.
    “I’m going to fuck you now, and I want to hear you scream for me.” He bit down hard and Beth whimpered. Stepping away just far enough to adjust his clothing, he was back in an instant. He lifted one of her legs by the knee, opening her further for him, and he ran the thick tip of his cock along her slit. Without any further warning, Elliot thrust deep, filling her to the hilt, and he caught her scream of need in his mouth. One hand buried in her hair, the other on her thigh, he fucked her hard, angling his thrusts so that every move rubbed her clit. Beth yanked on Eros’s arm with such force she was surprised she didn’t break it. Not caring where they were or who might see them, she met him thrust by forceful thrust until they came together in one of their most explosive orgasms yet.
    Beth did scream, the sound muffled by Elliot’s kiss, and he reached his own release with one last thrust hard enough to make the statue wobble.
    “Beeeth. My sweet Beth.” His lust-filled groan settled perilously close to her heart, and she let go of Eros and hugged him close to her. If only she was his Beth.
    “You lucky bitch.”
    They both froze at the not-so-gentle tones that could only belong to Samantha. Sure enough when Beth opened her eyes she looked straight into Sam’s ice-cold glare, and Beth hastily lowered her leg. Embarrassment heated her cheeks when Sam’s husband appeared behind her and took in the scene with a smirk.
    Beth pushed against Elliot, who was still deeply lodged inside her cunt, his dick pulsing with