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was hard to focus on the groom when she wanted to jump Ash’s body. She pretended it was his hands playing with her breasts. Bending forward, she lowered one breast above Mark’s mouth, keeping her nipple just out of reach. He laughed and his tongue flicked up and contacted skin.
    It was time to really freak them out. Set the tone for the evening. She pranced a few feet away, and with her back to the men, got into the music completely. She rolled her hips to the beat, shook her ass, and reached behind to run her fingers up her crack. Catcalls and cheers rang out.
    Slowly she turned to face Mark. Dropped one hand behind her , and arched until her hand hit the ground. With her knees wide open, she took the sucker from her mouth and lowered it to her pussy.
    The guys grew quiet as she stroked herself with the wet candy. The act did nothing for her own libido, but imagining what the men felt , the blood rushing to their hard, throbbing cocks, made her wet. She carefully inserted the sucker into her pussy, rolled it once and took it out.
    Rising to her feet, she looked at Mark, whose eyes widened. She sauntered to him, the candy held before her, and pressed it to his lips. He grinned and opened for her.
    Cheers rang out. Bree looked at Ash’s dumbstruck smile and she hoped he was as pleased as he looked. If not, she’d make it up to him later.
    Normally , when she danced, the attention she received never seemed to get her very excited. Tonight, knowing Ash watched, she found her insides pulsing in time to the music. Heat pooled low inside her and threatened to flow down her thighs. Turning her back to Mark, she lowered her hips to squirm on his lap. The bride would be upset if she’d left a wet spot, but she didn’t have much control over her body when Ash was watching.
    Mark jerked her down hard onto his thighs, his erection pressing against her butt cheek. Grinding and wiggling, she clenched her cheeks against him.
    He yelled in her ear. “Easy, hon, we’ve got all night.”
    He might have all night, but she had hopes of finishing early enough to enjoy a few hours of one-on-one with Ash. She wasn’t about to let a weekend away with him pass without discovering exactly what he was good at and what made him beg for more.
    She needed to focus on her dance. It was time to make the rounds. With a quick kiss on Mark’s cheek, Bree moved to the next chair. The poor guy sitting there was half-past blitzed and heading for bed spins, from the look of him. She felt almost guilty when she started humping his leg.
    Almost.
    The moves were as routine as her workout at home these days. For her body to become involved, her heart had to be in it. Which reminded her…
    Bree tossed a glance over her shoulder. Ash had that sad puppy face going on , when she was hoping he’d be proud. Well, she’d just have to turn up the heat a little.
    The guy beneath her bellowed something she didn’t understand. She smiled and tilted her head. He yelled again. “I want one of those suckers.”
    She laughed and leaned close to his ear. “I only brought one for the groom.”
    “Then I’ll have to suck on one of these.” He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her, shoving one of her nipples in his mouth. Her initial reaction was to pull back, but Ash’s worried expression appeared in her mind. After allowing the dude to circle her nipple a few times with his tongue, she rose and moved to the next chair.
    “Yeah, my turn.” The red-haired guy was all hands, so she offered him her back and sank onto his lap. Rolling her hips, she ground against his erection, the denim of his jeans rough on her pussy lips. Unwilling to endure much more of the abrasion, she stood and bent from the hips, her legs straight.
    He must have taken that as an offer, because he ran his tongue up her slit. The other guys yelled. Bree stepped away, shook her tits at the group and ran a hand through her flowing hair. She danced a bit, weaving in and out of the chairs,