Elbow on the bar, I leaned back and took a sip of champagne, my attention entirely consumed by the woman on the dance floor. Her ivory dress swirled around her knees as she spun, giving me a glimpse of her smooth, tanned legs, making me imagine all sorts of things. Like how they would look wrapped around my neck as she writhed beneath me.

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The wedding had been perfect. And so had the reception. But now I was more than ready to get started on our wedding night.

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My wife threw her hands in the air and moved her hips in ways that made me ache to get out of there.

 

My wife. Mine.

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The possessive thoughts had me shifting my position and taking another drink of champagne to cool off.

 

I would be lying if I said I hadn’t enjoyed the day. What man in their right mind wouldn’t love waiting for the love of their life to walk down the aisle toward them? Her breath-stealing beauty, the way her gaze latched onto mine and didn’t let go, how the entire room of people disappeared as when we finally clasped hands… It was the single best moment of my life.

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“You throw one hell of a party.”

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When I glanced over at Aidan, my best friend and best man, I noticed that he, too, was focused on the dance floor.

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“That would be all Lily, man,” I replied, nodding toward Lillian, one of May’s best friends. “We pretty much gave her free rein. We were just here for the ride.”

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“What a ride,” he murmured, taking a sip of champagne as he watched the women dance. Clearing his throat, he added, “I met Lily earlier. Cool chick."

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I laughed into my champagne flute. “Don’t let her hear you call her that.”

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Aidan threw me one of his signature grins. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes at my best friend. “No wonder you can’t hold on to a woman for more than a few weeks. With those lines, I’m surprised you can keep your bed warm.”

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“Hey, not all of can be famous writers,” he said. “But I can promise you, my bed never gets cold.”

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I rolled my eyes but lost interest in the conversation when the music shifted to a slow song. May glanced around until her gaze locked with mine. As she was about to head my way, Lily stopped her. She whispered something in my wife’s ear before giving her a hug and walking away.

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Next to me, Aidan took a gulp of champagne as he watched the statuesque blonde leave the dance floor. Patting my shoulder, he gave me a grin. “I’m heading out. I know I already told you, but congratulations, man.” Before I could reply, he hurried off in the same direction Lily disappeared.

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Shaking my head, I turned to see May still on the dance floor, giving me that wicked smirk of hers. She crooked her finger, beckoning me to join her.

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Not wanting to deny my wife a single thing, I set my glass down on the bar and went to her. Taking her into my arms, I wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her tight against me, so she could feel how ready I was to get out of there. Holding her other hand, I began swaying us in a slow circle. I didn’t know what song was playing, and I didn’t care. All my attention was on the beautiful woman in my arms.

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The twinkle lights draped above us reflected back at me from her hazel eyes as she ran her hand over the lapels of my tux. “This has been the most magical night of my life,” she said. “But I swear, if I don’t get you alone soon, I’m going to die.”

I laughed. “What exactly will you be dying of, my wife?”

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Her cheeks turned pink as she shyly looked at me from under lowered lashes, grinning. “Lust. You have no idea how horny I am right now. And I really like it when you call me your wife,” she said, biting her lower lip.

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I would have laughed at how cute she sounded if her words hadn’t gone straight to my cock. Leaning down, my lips brushed her ear as I whispered, “Naughty, May. Do you need my cock, sweet wife?”

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May shivered, and I leaned back just enough to see her expression. Lips parted and cheeks flushed, her beautiful gaze had become slightly unfocused—a tell-tell sign she was soaked with arousal. Good.

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“Let’s say our goodbyes and get out of here,” I said.

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May shook her head, causing my brows to furrow.

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Seeing my confusion, she smiled. “I’m not saying no. Just trying to focus.”

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That had me grinning like a fool.

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“I’m ready to go, too,” she said. “We’ve already spoken to my mom and your parents.”

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I nodded. My parents and May’s mom had already left, deciding to leave the late night partying to the youngsters.

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“I thought Lily was going to announce our departure,” May said, looking around, “but I don’t know where she went off to.”

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I didn't know where, but I had an idea of who she was with. “Aidan followed her towards the gate,” I said, nodding towards the other side of the garden. “I thought she was leaving.”

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“Hmmm…” May wrapped both arms around my neck and sighed. “She said she’d be right back, but I have a feeling it might be a while.”

Smirking, I pulled her hands from around my neck and spun her around. Her dress flared, giving me another glimpse of her legs, sending a rush of urgency through me. May giggled as I took her hand and led her to the edge of the dance floor where a microphone stood.

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“We want to thank everyone for coming to our wedding,” I said, once the DJ turned the music down. Everyone stopped what they were doing and focused on me. “May and I are so grateful you were a part of this day, and while we’d love nothing more than to celebrate all night with you—”

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“Liar!” my brother, Foster, shouted amongst the snickers. The oldest of my siblings, Hamilton, punched Foster in the shoulder, as if to keep our brother in line, but I didn’t miss the smirk he hid behind his champagne flute. My sister, Milly, stood next to them, her shoulders shaking as she chuckled behind her hand. I narrowed my eyes at the three of them, but it only caused them to laugh harder.

 

Patting my arm. May leaned into the mic. “What my wonderful husband is trying to say is that we love you. Please stay as long as you’d like. Enjoy the food, the wine, and the music. Good night!”

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Gripping my hand, May pulled my arm and started for the inn. As we hurried past our family and friends, they whooped and whistled. Irritation at my siblings gone, I smiled proudly, allowing my wife to drag me behind her. However, it wasn’t long before I became frustrated. My longer legs took fewer strides to keep up, and we weren’t getting where I wanted to be fast enough.

 

I swept her into my arms and in no time we were striding through the back door into the Inn. The music had turned back up after our speech, but as the doors closed behind us, the music became muffled. The house wasn’t dark, but the lights had been lowered. I expected for us. No one else would be coming inside. Our guest had everything they needed out in the garden, including restrooms. And though May had told them they could stay for as long as they wanted, I counted on them taking the hint and leaving soon.

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May and I had decided to spend our wedding night at home before leaving for our honeymoon in Paris tomorrow. And I couldn’t have been happier with that decision than I did right at that moment. I carried her down the hall and into our bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I could still hear the music, but it was fainter now.

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Laying her on the bed, I stood back and admired the way her dress fanned out around her thighs. With her arms lifted, hands by her head, her breasts pushed up against the satin bodice of her gown and I groaned. I wanted her bare, but also wanted her just like that, still clothed and looking so put together. I wanted to mess her up, so see her hair falling out of his updo, her makeup smeared across her face, and her beautiful gown wrinkled and ruined.

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May started to sit up, but I held up a hand to stop her. She froze and cocked an eyebrow at me. “Want to help get this thing off of me?” she asked, gesturing to her wedding gown.

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I shook my head. “No. I want you to stay just like that.”

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Her brows lowered, but she relaxed back onto the bed and watched me. I would have taken off my tux jacket at least, but thought it was only fair. If she was staying fully clothed, then so was I. For now.

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Grabbing her ankles, I gave them a tug, smiling at how she giggled as she slid across the bed. Once her legs were hanging off the edge, I bent at the waist, placing my hands on either side of her head, caging her body in as I knew she liked me to do.

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“George’s phone call was the best thing that ever happened to me,” I said.

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“Yeah? George’s phone call? I’m kind of offended,” she said, giving me a playful pout.

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I kissed the tip of her nose. “No reason to get offended. The call led me to you. It’s always been you, May,” I said, my smile slipping as I stared down at her. “I’ve loved you my entire life. If I hadn’t gotten that call… If you hadn’t given me a second chance—”

 

“Shhh,” she said, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “I know. I know, Lee. I feel the same. If you hadn’t given me a second chance…” She shook her head. “I don’t want to think about my life without you. That was the worst eight years of my life. I love you, Lee. So much—”

 

Heart so full it was ready to burst, I cut her off before the feelings got to be too much. I had plans that didn’t involve crying. Unless it was tears caused from orgasms. I wouldn’t mind some of those.

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I took her mouth in a slow, deep kiss, showing her exactly how the night was going to go. We wouldn’t be rushing anything tonight. And I didn’t plan on us getting any sleep either. My plane had a bed. We could sleep in the air.

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May’s arms came up to wrap around my neck. She moaned into the kiss as she tried to pull me down on top of her, but I held steady.

 

“Lee,” she whispered against my lips when I wouldn’t comply.

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“Shh,” I whispered back, then pressed light kisses over her jaw and down her neck. She lifted her chin, giving me better access, and I swirled my tongue over her skin, soaking her sighs and moans.

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When I got to the neckline of her dress, I traced her collarbone with my lips as I brought a hand to her breast. She arched beneath me as I rubbed my thumb over the outline of her nipple, but I didn’t linger. Letting my hands trailed down her body, I slowly slid to my knees and brought her legs up to drape over my shoulders.

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The knee-length skirt of her dress had ridden up, giving me a glimpse of white lacy panties beneath. My dick was a steel rod in my tux pants already, but the sight had my balls tightening, ready to cum before I’d even gotten a taste.

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Groaning, I tightened my grip on her hips and looked up at my wife’s face. She was starting back down at me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. I allowed myself a moment to look at her. Her hazel eyes, framed with long dark lashes, sparkled in the dim light. Her nose, so cute I wanted to kiss the tip over and over. And her pink lips, swollen from my kisses, so inviting, I almost got off my knees right then to kiss her all over again.

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“Lee,” she whispered—no—begged, and I decided my wife needed me to kiss her somewhere else first.

 

Bringing my hands to the edge of her dress, I slowly slid the hem up her thighs. My lips twitched when I felt the goosebumps on her skin. Her hips wiggled like she was having a hard time staying still, but I didn’t rush.

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Once the fabric was piled at her waist, I took a moment to stare down at the perfect beauty before me. Her pretty white panties didn’t hide much. I could see her dark curls beneath the lace and the fabric at her center had darkened with her arousal.

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Licking my lips, I leaned down to run my nose up and down her center. Her scent had my eyes rolling into the back of my head and the keening, begging sounds she was making had pre-cum leaking from my cock.

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Sliding the lace to the side, I licked up her center in one long swipe. When I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit, May arched up, her fingers threading through my hair. I looked up at her face, watching as she unraveled as I continued to circle and flick at her clit. I slid a single finger inside her and her thighs clamped around my ears like a vise.

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“Yes!” she called out as I slid a second finger inside her. “Lee… I… Yes…”

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Then she screamed.

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I teased her through her climax, kissing and licking her tender flesh, and when she finally settled down with only a few whimpers escaping when I hit a sensitive spot, did I sit back on my heels.

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I was addicted to the way my wife tasted, as any man should be, but I was also obsessed with how she felt squeezing my cock. Placing her legs back on the bed, I stood up and slid off my jacket, letting it hit the floor with a thud before reaching for the button of my pants. At the sound of my zipper, May’s lashes fluttered open.

 

Biting her lip, she began to sit up, but I shook my head.

 

“Do you know how much I want you?” I asked her.

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Licking her lips, she nodded her head. “Probably as much as I want you.”

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Doubtful, I thought. Instead, I said, “You’ve made me the happiest man on earth today. You’re mine now. Legally. You can’t run.”

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We both knew that wasn’t technically true. She could leave me anytime she wanted and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it. But maybe I could give her an incentive to stay.

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May’s eyes darkened as she chewed on her bottom lip. “I promised, and I meant it. I’m yours, Lee.”

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“Good girl,” I said, loving the way she melted at the words. I’d learned over the last year that May had a bit of a praise kink. Mostly, she liked being called a good girl, but I’d tried a few other things. If only I hadn’t been such a coward in highschool, we could have been doing this for years. Then again, maybe we both had to grow up to appreciate what we had in front of us.

 

I finished undressing and gripped my aching cocked, squeezing the base before sliding up to the sensitive tip. “This is what you do to me,” I said.

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May’s chest rose and fell and her breathing picked up. My cock jumped in my hand, wondering why the hell we weren’t inside our wife yet. Good question, actually.

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I spread her thighs and reached for those tiny lace panties that had me feeling feral. I slid them to the side because I wanted her fully clothed. Wanted to make a mess of them like I would make a mess of her.

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Notching the head of my cock at her entrance, I looked up at my wife. “Are you going to take my cock like a good girl?”

 

She nodded several times. “Please.”

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“Promise me again,” I said, sliding the head of my cock up to her clit. She jumped, then moaned.

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“I promise to never run again. I’m yours. I promise—” Her words turned into a long moan as I slid slowly into her, not stopping until I was fully seated.

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Cursing, I held still to enjoy the way she fluttered around my shaft. Leaning down, I caged her in, my skin tingling at how the fabric of her dress brushed against my bare skin.

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As I stared down at her, my throat tightened unexpectedly, and I wanted to threaten her right then. Tell her that if she ever left me, I’d hunt her down. I didn’t though… I knew how crazy that sounded.

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Instead, I captured her gaze and waited until she focused on me before simply saying, “I love you, May.”

Her gaze softened, and she leaned up to place a gentle kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes and savored the connection. She was my life, and I couldn’t see it any other way.

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“I love you, Lee.”

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Her words had the tension in my shoulders releasing. I slid out of her and thrust back in, obsessed with the way her eyes unfocused with pleasure again. Her words were all I needed. As long as she loved me, my life would be complete.

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