Gabriella eyes carefully scanned the room for him. He had to be close. The sensations started again and Gabriella gasped as she placed both her hands on the bar top letting the pulsation caress her. The heat began building up as she took a deep breath and squeezed her thighs together. When her phone lit up indicating she had an incoming call she stilled as Troy's name flashed on the screen and she felt a joint of something she couldn't describe shoot through her.

Gabriella lifted the phone to her hear taking a deep breath as she listened. "Did you miss me?" his voice over the line provided that soft tingle inside her magnify.

Her throat felt dry, her heart pounding too fast. "I was in the middle of a meeting," Gabriella said putting all her energy in trying to remain angry and not affected.

"Not anymore," his voice held a smile and she opened her eyes as she looked around the room trying to find him. "You look magnificent tonight," Troy said in a soft purr.

That sound in his voice tempted her to leap, but the void she was looking out over was simply too great to ignore. "I'm going to take this thing off," she said moving her chair back so she could stand on her own two feet. The pressure between her legs loosen but did nothing for the overwhelm sensation it gave her as she stood there with the device sending waves after waves of pleasure coursing through her.

"Maybe you'd like a little help with that task," he responded, "I'd be more than happy to get you out of them." A taunt, almost daring her to lose her cool in the midst of all these people, but not Gabriella, she kept it together. Impressing him more and more, confirming once again how well suited she was to being his wife. Not that he'd make a habit of goading her in public.

Gabriella let out a low and slow breath trying to mask her true state of bubbling excitement and frustration. She needed to run away to safety as soon as she could, before she lost her mind and gave into the device still humming sweetly between her thighs. "Stay away from me," Gabriella said in a low voice as she grabbed her clutch and began moving to the bathroom keeping an eye out for him.

A soft laugh could be heard behind her and she instantly turned to come face to face with him. Troy smiled as he pressed the end button on his phone and shoved it in his pocket, "Looks like it's a little too late for that."

"Turn it off," she said bringing her chin up and holding her shoulders straight. His blue eyes seemed more dangerous in the lighting of the bar, the height different between them was only a few inches but damned if it didn't make her feel feminine and helpless against him.

"Why don't you make me?" Troy said with a playful smile.

Gabriella rolled her eyes as she shoved her phone into her small purse and turned to make her exit. She made two steps before he grabbed her hand and lead her to the dark dance floor. For the sake of people watching she followed, keeping her face low and her body behind his as they melted into the small crowd already out on the dance floor. His left hand wrapped around her waist and his right hand held her left hand. "If you could do something to me, what would it be?"

Gabriella smile pulled into a tight line as she looked around at all the people enjoying their meals and drinks. Her eyes shifted and she looked down at his shirt, the last three buttons hung open and he smelled like aspen. "Are you sure that's something you want to know?"

"Look at me," he said placing her left hand on his shoulder and letting his right hand slide down her body, when his hand came to a stop on her bottom he gripped a little and shock made her look up at him. "Stop resisting me."

"Then stop treating me like a sex toy," she hissed under her breath.

Troy smirked as he dipped his head low and placed his kiss on her neck. Her hair smelled sweet, thick and felt like silk against his cheek. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands in her hair and pull it, to hear her gasp. "I can't help it everything about your body is made for sex," he whispered, "I want to hoist you up against the wall and fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk without my hand to hold you steady." As if to make his point he pulled her closer so she was press hard against him force to feel his solid erection.

Gabriella closed her eyes as his hands traveled up the small of her back, he was lighting a small trail of burning ambers along her skin and she was more than sure she was beginning to sweat from the heat rising off of him. "People are staring," she said quietly as she moved closer to him. The vibration humming softly against her was making her moist and slick and hearing him say things like that added to the small thrill that was already lit inside her. Swaying softly to the music she pressed her weight against him because she was afraid her knees were already beginning to get weak.

"People are going to stare regardless, we might as well give them a show to remember," he whispered in her ear.

The fan of his breath on her was warm and light almost like a caress. When she pulled away to look up at him his lips came down on hers and she was instantly caught off guard. He tasted like scotch cold with a warm burn that slid down her throat. The thing about Troy's kiss was that no matter how many times she'd experienced it, his kiss was continuously better than anything she could have ever imaged. So good, she felt the resistant and determination slipping from her body, even as she grasped after it. Not being able to help herself she pushed back parting her lips and using her hands to steady herself against him by grabbing the edges of his jacket. His hand came up to the base of the back of her neck his thumb lightly rubbing the skin there and making her shiver.

When he smiled against her lips she mentally kicked herself for giving into his game but her resolve was fading quickly as she squeezed her thighs together and felt an enormous amount of pressure building up. Her body was smashed against his as they now stood still on the dance floor their tongues gently exploring as his hands were open against her skin covering her and spreading that sense of warmth in the places she needed most.

Gabriella was flush to his body. Her hands trapped between them, where they'd come up in a stunted defense that stopped before it really began. There was a strange familiarity of this intimacy , the foreign heat inexplicably swirling like a whirlpool through her center, pulling deeper, concentrating with every back and forth pass of his mouth over hers.

"I want to hear you come," he said quietly as he pulled away for a second from her lips.

The soft moan that escaped her lips was all the invitation that Troy needed, and his hands tighten at her hip and her hair, Troy's low growl of satisfaction slipped through her lips an instant before the firm thrust and retreat of his tongue, the penetrating claim wringing a response too strong, too immediate, too intense to deny. And then she was clutching at him, pressing close even as he pulled her closer still. It wasn't enough for either of them.

Troy grasped her bottom in a firm, kneading caress, then the back of her thigh, pulling it up along the outside of his leg. From somewhere in the back of her mind she was vaguely aware of all the reasons this was such a bad idea, only she didn't care. She couldn't stop, couldn't bare to pull away now that she was this far.

Troy devouring mouth moved down her jaw, her neck. Licking sucking, pulling at the tender spot until she'd thrown her head back and her hands restlessly worked between them, grasping at the panels of his shirt. "Gabriella," he whispered so low she wasn't sure she'd even heard it. He groaned and the hot wash of his breath as intoxicating as the friction of his lips. "Baby, it's going to be so good. Tell me you want this."

"Yes," she moaned feeling the pressure making her fingers tremble. She couldn't believe it he was going to make her come right here on the dance floor in the midst of all these people mindlessly dancing around them, none the wiser about their dirty little secret. "Yes, yes, yes, please. I want you," she whispered harshly as his hands slipped against the skin on her thigh. His kiss moved back to her neck tasting her, once, twice and then her fingers knotted in his hair as liquid heat spilled through her, and then again, her breath was rushed out on a gasp as the sharp needy spasm took control deep within her.

Troy was quick to stifle her groan with his kiss, keeping the situation to between them as she shook in his arms with a shuddering limpness that followed. He was so hard that when she moved against him he felt an ache of his own and groan rumble from deep within. Not wasting any time he reached into his pocket and flipped the switch pulling her to him and leading her off the dance floor, through the crowded lobby, then the elevator.

"Where are we going?" she asked out of breath as she worked on getting her legs to stop shaking.

"To our room," he said pressing the button for their floor.

Gabriella giggled quietly as she leaned back against the wall of the elevator, "I can't believe we just did that."

Troy was against her in a second as he pressed her into the wall and hovered over her lips. "I like that sound,"

The giggle died on her lips as his hands shifted to bring her dress up and in a swift move he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties pulling them down her legs. Quietly he bent down his fingers lightly tugging her panties down her calves. Gabriella used a hand to brace herself on his shoulder as she stepped out of them. The act of removing them was had her insides starting up all over again. She wasn't even sure she believed what was happening.

Troy stood letting the dress fall back down as he tucked the panties into his back pocket just as the doors opened. "Let's speed this up, shall we?"

Before she could question or protest his intentions he lifted her bride style as he made his way off the elevator and down the hall to their hotel room. "Whoa," she exclaimed breathlessly, automatically wrapping her hands behind his neck for balance. Once they were inside the room and he kicked the door shut behind them he shifted her weight and placed her on the entryway table against the wall.

"Better," he decided as the height put her breast at mouth's reach he stepped between her legs nestling there, exactly where he wanted to be. "Perfect."

Before she could comment or worse, protest, he took her mouth again. She tasted sweet. Like sunshine and smiles with a hint of strawberries. Delicious, and he was starving for more. He rested his palms on her knees for a second, warming her skin before he caressed his way up her silky warmth of her thighs. He felt her shiver, her breath caught, she was so damn sexy. He traced the edge of her dress, the fabric soft and smooth, but nowhere near as soft as her skin.

She was his escape. When he touched her, everything in his mind shut down. All the dark thoughts, the emptiness, they went away. It was as if everything just disappeared, and instead he had a single focus and that was pleasure. Feeling it, giving it. Her fingers dug into his arms her thighs trembling at his touch. Her breathing intensified, and he could feel her heartbeat beneath his fingers fast and furious.

Troy didn't have the power and didn't want to find the strength to resist temptation when it came in the form of Gabriella. Starting at her knee he slid his hand up pushing the fabric of her dress as he went, he slid his index finger up the inside of her thigh. Wanting to see her reaction, he locked eyes with her as his fingers combed softly through her curls that were gratifyingly damp from earlier. Then he skimmed the swollen bud nestled there. Her gasp filled him with as much pleasure as touching her did.

She squirmed a little as if trying to intensify the pleasure. Always glad to make the lady happy, he did just that. She gave a breathy moan, her hands now roaming his chest pulling at his shirt and in a fit of anticipation ripping it open and reaching to touch his skin. It was enough to make him what to strip naked to see what she would do next. Her touch was perfect. Just the right blend of rough and delicate as her fingers scrapped lower along the flat planes of his pecs.

He buried his face in the delicate curve of her throat, breathing deep her scent. It turned him on even more. "You're delicious," he told her as he pinched her swollen clitoris softly. It was like triggering a switch. Her entire body stiffened, her breath coming in gasps now. She went up fast. He'd bet, given the opportunity, she was a wild fire once she caught fire. Wild enough to take anything he had, and handle the intensity of his sexual appetite. He decided right then and there Gabriella Marie Bolton wasn't going anywhere. As far as this marriage was concerned it had officially been iron clad shut.

Desperate for him to feel as good as he was making her feel she skimmed her fingers, just the tips along the hard, rounded muscles of his arms his body was incredible. Masterful. She wanted to touch him, to fan her hands all over the firm, sculpted planes of his body. But she couldn't find the energy to move. Not while he was doing such lovely things with his fingers. She was so focused on that she didn't even realize he had shrugged off his jacket and shirt from the left side and was now pulling away to remove it completely from his other hand which now removed his belt. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a foil packet and undid his pants letting them fall to his feet.

Gabriella bit her bottom lip as she watched him put the condom on her mind going a million miles a minute and yet in this epic slowdown of watching him move. When he came back between her legs she readied herself by opening her legs wider and accommodating for him. The velvet knob of his penis pressed, just there against her still quivering flesh as if begging for entry.

"Ready for some passion?" he said looking up into her brown eyes, his words husky and low.

"Sure," she breathed, linking her fingers behind his neck and preparing herself for what she hopped was going to be a wild ride, "Because so far it's been pretty bland."

His laughter rang out, the sound making her ego feel almost as good as her body did with his pressed against it. Then he slid inside her, hard and deep inside her. She'd been wrong. Nothing had ever felt this good. It was as if all her nerve endings picked up and moved between her legs, every sensation in her body connected to the feel of his cock driving in and out. Her small gasps turned into moans which turned into jumbled shouts she couldn't even imagine holding in.

The sound of the table beneath her hitting the wall behind them with each thrust only added to the erotic sound of their lovemaking. The straps on her shoulders had fallen over and he pulled at her chest until both her breast were pushing out and together in front of him like a buffet. His mouth was on her, tasting her, licking her, groaning in the crevices of her neck. His muscles flexed his hands worked vigorously at holding her to him, of spanning down her legs and at one point holding them both open and wide in a position that left her raw and exposed to him. Everything about this man was erotic from the way he demanded that she keep up to the way he took the lead whenever she fell back into utter pleasure unable to control the shivers and spasms rocketing through her.

"Troy!" she shouted shifting her fingers through his hair as she buried her face in his neck holding onto him and biting at the taught skin at the base of his neck. "Oh my gawwwd," she cried breathlessly. Her body had gone above and beyond the ability to register words and for a moment so help her she couldn't even remember her own name or where she was. Everything burned into a softly yellow glow of complete and utter joy that almost hurt but felt so good that she needed to cling to him to archer her from soaring out into the unknown.

When his own orgasm took him he stilled his hands holding her tight against him as he emptied himself inside her, groaning as he did so. After a few beat of trying to catch their breath Gabriella fell back against the wall her heart pounding inside her chest. Holy cow, what had she been thinking? Where had her good sense gone? Why was she letting him do this to her? How on earth had she gone from the modesty young woman with a pet wind up fish to this vivid creature that felt so alive and sexy?

"Stop biting your lip, or the next thing I fuck will be your mouth." The sound of his threat jerked her back into the present and she immediately stopped biting her bottom lip. She didn't even know she'd been doing it. She also couldn't help the naughty smirk that pulled at her lips while she watched him pick up his clothing from the floor. Before she could help it she was laughing, in endless fit of giggles and chuckles as she watched him smile up at her with that boyish charm. "You think that's funny?"

"No," she said shaking her head as she tied to bite down on her laughter without actually biting on her lip. Which made her laugh harder, it was pointless trying to stop it, she wasn't sure she could.

Troy smiled as he came over swiftly plucking her from the table and letting her softly down on the floor, it was then that her laughter subsided into a giggle and he smiled as he watched the life and fire in her eyes looking back at him. He was hooked on what he saw, and he knew he wanted to see it more often, and he wanted to be the reason it was there.