"Do you mind if I steal my wife away?" 

Kylie's gaze rotated between the both of us, understanding in her eyes. 

"Of course. I'll just go- sure I've kept my guests waiting long enough."

A long silence ensued, but it didn't forever- seeing that we were alone, Hero advanced, caging me against the wall.

Hands resting above my head, his torso pressed forward like a strong vise.

"Couldn't stay away from you, Mrs. Tiffin. You've made me quite the mess this evening." 

I drew in a ragged breath. 

"Oh, yeah? How's that my darling husband?" 

He bit his lip, toying with the snake bites invitingly. God. He knew exactly what that did to me.

"Your breasts have taunted me since giving birth to Eleanor. The way they peek above shirts and jiggle... Makes me want to stick my cock between them and drive home." 

"Hero..." 

Leaning closer, he hiked the front of the dress, noticing a moist patch along my thighs.

Even the mere sight of him got me in the mood. 

This was wrong: it was our friend's wedding and she needed comfort after public humiliation.

Yet here we were, trolloping like a pair of horny teenagers.

"If I ram my dick inside your tight hole, how soaked would it be?"

Damn.

The comment had been so direct and filthy, it was difficult not explode from the very words.

Pressing my legs together, the need to create friction was overwhelming.

He laughed at the reluctance, squeezing my pert ass.

"Let's head to the bathroom so I can explore just how much you've creamed."

It didn't take much convincing.

Feeling like every bit the outlaw, I followed him down the hall, latching onto a few framed awards.

Obviously this was a swanky joint. Surely we couldn't-

Before my thoughts could have any merit, the bathroom doors materialized.

They swung forward, making it clear the saloon style blocks wouldn't protect them from being discovered.

No locks.

Hero grinned.

"Just makes the anticipation even more exciting.

I gasped. 

"This is the women's bathroom! What if Jo walks in or... God.... Kylie? It's so disrespectful."

This didn't elicit any remorse.

"She knows exactly the kind of person I am; it's not like it's anything new."

Pausing, he growled out a demand:

"Jump and wrap those gorgeous thighs around me. Need to feel you."

Immediately obeying, my frame was effortlessly lifted onto the porcelain sink.

Thoughts of germs crept in, but quickly faded as he ran his nose up the soaked panties. 

Guy was a menace.

"You smell like heaven, my love. Need to drown in that silky honey, but we don't have time. Just need a taste..." 

He trailed off, flicking at the hem of my  underwear.

This had been nothing more than a tortuous tactic because his lips inched away, causing my clit to pulse.

I arched in a silent plea for him to relieve the ache, but received no such thing.

His teeth skated across the sensitive skin, nibbling a path southward. 

"Please..." 

He raised his brows, spreading my legs wide. 

"What do you want? Tell me." 

Sucking in a sharp breath as he massaged the puckered opening, I screamed out a response:

"Make me come, Damn it!" 

"Never let it be said I don't satisfy my woman." 

Resting against the wall, I gave into the ecstasy.

Panties removed, he buried his tongue deep inside the numb entrance, tickling my hard nub.

Shaking violently, climax was on the horizon, until the door to the bathroom crashed open. 

"What the hell do you guys think you're doing?"