the hell was that all about anyway? Since when had she wanted to be possessed? Since never was the answer to that because in her opinion being possessed by a man smacked of submission, and submissive was something she’d never been.
But then this afternoon had been full of new experiences. She’d never gone from a kiss to sex and then to it all being over so fast. The whole thing had lasted, what, maybe five, ten minutes? And as for the foreplay and the sweet-talking that she usually enjoyed, well, that had been practically non-existent.
Mind you, perhaps it hadn’t been all that fast. Perhaps there’d been fifteen years of foreplay. And perhaps she wasn’t as into sweet-talking as she’d always thought, because she certainly hadn’t minded the filthy things he’d muttered in her ear as he leaned over her.
But who knew why she’d lost all self-control like that? She certainly didn’t. After two of the most mind-blowing orgasms she’d ever had she could barely think straight, and Lord only knew what nonsense she’d spluttered to Annie, her secretary, who’d been calling about a document that was urgently needed by her boss but was missing.
Anyway, with Lily fast approaching, why what had just happened had happened wasn’t something she had time to consider. Which was actually quite a relief because she had the feeling that it was probably a bigger deal than she was able to cope with right now.
All she could think of doing was wiping the past ten minutes from her mind and applying one hundred per cent of her focus on Lily. So she snapped her phone shut, fixed a smile to her face and tried not to think about the fact that she wasn’t wearing any knickers.
‘Lily,’ she said, sounding mercifully normal even though inside she was chaos. ‘What’s up?’
‘I’ve been looking for you all over the place,’ said Lily with the breathlessness of someone who’d been running. ‘And then your phone rang and I thought I recognised the ringtone.’
‘How lucky,’ she said, although what was really lucky was that Lily hadn’t found her ten minutes ago.
‘What are you doing here all by yourself?’
‘She’s not here all by herself.’
Celia’s mouth went dry and her heart lurched at the realisation that Marcus was behind her. Again. Although this time hopefully fully dressed and not bending over her. Not that she was going to think about him thrusting inside her, how deep he’d been, how good it had felt...
As heat rushed through her and a wave of desire nearly wiped out her knees Celia felt her cheeks burn, silently swore and gave herself a quick mental shake.
‘Oh,’ said Lily slowly, swinging her gaze from Celia to Marcus and then grinning knowingly. ‘I see.’
‘We’ve been chatting,’ said Celia, blushing even more hotly and obviously sounding as guilty as sin.
Slowly returning her attention to Celia, Lily gave her a quick once-over, her gaze lingering on her burning face, her hair that was no doubt all over the place, her crumpled dress and her lack of shoes. ‘If you say so.’
‘I do,’ she said, rallying her strength and shooting her co-bridesmaid a look that had quelled many an argumentative client, but merely made Lily grin.
‘Well, whatever you were planning on doing next,’ she said breezily, ‘you’re going to have to put it on hold because Dan and Zoe are about to leave and there’s a bouquet that needs to be thrown.’
At the thought of that, all heat vanished and Celia stiffened, then groaned, closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. ‘Oh, God,’ she muttered as the implication of the bouquet-throwing part of the day suddenly struck her. ‘Like I need any more humiliation today.’
‘What’s humiliating about a bunch of flowers flying through the air?’ asked Marcus dryly, sounding so laid-back and unaffected by having just had her over a bench it made her nerves jangle.
‘You wouldn’t understand,’ she said, turning and looking at him and
But then this afternoon had been full of new experiences. She’d never gone from a kiss to sex and then to it all being over so fast. The whole thing had lasted, what, maybe five, ten minutes? And as for the foreplay and the sweet-talking that she usually enjoyed, well, that had been practically non-existent.
Mind you, perhaps it hadn’t been all that fast. Perhaps there’d been fifteen years of foreplay. And perhaps she wasn’t as into sweet-talking as she’d always thought, because she certainly hadn’t minded the filthy things he’d muttered in her ear as he leaned over her.
But who knew why she’d lost all self-control like that? She certainly didn’t. After two of the most mind-blowing orgasms she’d ever had she could barely think straight, and Lord only knew what nonsense she’d spluttered to Annie, her secretary, who’d been calling about a document that was urgently needed by her boss but was missing.
Anyway, with Lily fast approaching, why what had just happened had happened wasn’t something she had time to consider. Which was actually quite a relief because she had the feeling that it was probably a bigger deal than she was able to cope with right now.
All she could think of doing was wiping the past ten minutes from her mind and applying one hundred per cent of her focus on Lily. So she snapped her phone shut, fixed a smile to her face and tried not to think about the fact that she wasn’t wearing any knickers.
‘Lily,’ she said, sounding mercifully normal even though inside she was chaos. ‘What’s up?’
‘I’ve been looking for you all over the place,’ said Lily with the breathlessness of someone who’d been running. ‘And then your phone rang and I thought I recognised the ringtone.’
‘How lucky,’ she said, although what was really lucky was that Lily hadn’t found her ten minutes ago.
‘What are you doing here all by yourself?’
‘She’s not here all by herself.’
Celia’s mouth went dry and her heart lurched at the realisation that Marcus was behind her. Again. Although this time hopefully fully dressed and not bending over her. Not that she was going to think about him thrusting inside her, how deep he’d been, how good it had felt...
As heat rushed through her and a wave of desire nearly wiped out her knees Celia felt her cheeks burn, silently swore and gave herself a quick mental shake.
‘Oh,’ said Lily slowly, swinging her gaze from Celia to Marcus and then grinning knowingly. ‘I see.’
‘We’ve been chatting,’ said Celia, blushing even more hotly and obviously sounding as guilty as sin.
Slowly returning her attention to Celia, Lily gave her a quick once-over, her gaze lingering on her burning face, her hair that was no doubt all over the place, her crumpled dress and her lack of shoes. ‘If you say so.’
‘I do,’ she said, rallying her strength and shooting her co-bridesmaid a look that had quelled many an argumentative client, but merely made Lily grin.
‘Well, whatever you were planning on doing next,’ she said breezily, ‘you’re going to have to put it on hold because Dan and Zoe are about to leave and there’s a bouquet that needs to be thrown.’
At the thought of that, all heat vanished and Celia stiffened, then groaned, closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. ‘Oh, God,’ she muttered as the implication of the bouquet-throwing part of the day suddenly struck her. ‘Like I need any more humiliation today.’
‘What’s humiliating about a bunch of flowers flying through the air?’ asked Marcus dryly, sounding so laid-back and unaffected by having just had her over a bench it made her nerves jangle.
‘You wouldn’t understand,’ she said, turning and looking at him and
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