“You want a few minutes with the missus?” she asked, pointing toward the bridal suite.
“More than anything.”
She dropped her hand to the doorknob. “Whatever you do, don’t wrinkle the dress.”
I slipped my hands into my pockets. “I’ll try.”
Jamie opened the door a crack, saying, “Mistress Terror? We need you for a moment.”
When Grace came into the hall, she gave me an unimpressed up-and-down glance. “We’re not steaming that dress again. No wrinkles.”
“I’ve already explained the rules,” Jamie said.
“I’m giving you ten minutes,” Grace said. “Not a second more.”
“You run a tight ship,” I called as she and Jamie descended the stairs.
I found my wife gazing out the wide bay windows overlooking the gardens and the cove, her hands on her hips. She wore a pale yellow gown with a full skirt that came outfitted with pockets, which seemed to be a very big deal.I was told it was also perfect for twirling.
To me, it was perfect because it was Emme. She could be in one of the oversized hoodies she wore to death and I’d be happy. I didn’t want for much. Not when I had my wife.
“I don’t need any coconut water,” Emme snapped. With her back to me, she thought I was Grace. “I love you all so much, but I really just need a minute alone.”
“Can I be alone with you?”
She whirled around, her eyes blazing. “I don’t like this.”
It took everything inside me to calmly shrug out of my jacket and drape it on a chair before strolling across the room. “Really? Because I’m having a lot of fun.”
“You’ve been having fun for hours and I’ve—I’ve—” She wagged her fists at me, her teeth clenched and eyes shimmering with need. “I’ve beendying. This isn’t fair and it’s not very nice.” She stabbed a finger toward the window, pointing to the ceremony area below. “I can’t walk down the aisle like this.”
“Then isn’t it a good thing I’m here to take care of you?” Her gaze burned into me and I had to bite back a laugh. Perhaps I’d taken this a little too far. I cast a quick glance around the room and settled on a small, ornate sofa. “I’m going to be very nice to you now.”
I helped her perch on the edge of the sofa, the skirt fanned out around her and over the back to minimize the wrinkles. As I dropped to my knees, she gave me a pouty face that made me want to devour her.
“Everyone keeps asking if I’m nervous because my face is red and I’msweating.” She crossed her arms over her chest and arched a brow. “Or better yet, they ask if I’m pregnant.”
I brought my hands to her knees, my fingertips gliding over the smooth skin of her inner thighs. “What did you tell them, my love?”
“That I’m not pregnant, of course,” she cried. “But it’s not like I can tell them my husband left a remote-controlled vibrator inside me this morning and that he’s been torturing me with it ever since.”
I pushed her thighs apart and found myself staring at a completely soaked pair of lacy blue panties. I couldhearthe toy buzzing inside her and feel the pull of her leg muscles against my palm. And the scent of her arousal, my god.
“You said you needed a distraction.” I edged the panties down and folded them into a crisp square. “I gave you a distraction.”
“And it’s almost killed me.” Her eyes widened as I tucked her panties into my front pocket.
“You’re not using my underwear as a pocket square.”
“But I am,” I said, rolling up my cuffs. I brushed my knuckles down her swollen seam. She hissed out a violent curse that made me chuckle. “It’s my something borrowed. And blue.” I leaned in and gave the toy’s cord a gentle tug that sent her hips bowing off the sofa. “Quiet, wife. I’m busy here.”
“Be quick about it,” she said, gasping when my tongue met her clit. “I might actually die if you don’t?—”
Those were the last coherent words she spoke for several minutes.
Since there was no time for teasing, I sucked her clit hard and kept the pressure right there. She was unbelievably wet and every inch of her pulsed with aching need. The way she lifted her hips and strained toward me, it was like she was feeding me hersweet cunt and the thought alone was enough to turn me to hot, throbbing stone.
When I groaned into her, she said, “Do not come in your pants. No time to change.”
