An involuntary snort escapes my lips.
"I'm serious, Joss. You're a super sexy, fun woman who I'm having a blast hanging out with outside of work."
Brando's cheeks redden as he says these words. Going for it, I reach up, stroking the side of his face. The next thing I know,he has lifted me off the ground as our mouths are desperately kissing with a wild hunger. He brings me to the bed and tosses me on it like I am a rag doll.
Hungrily watching him peel off his clothes, I untie my robe right as he climbs onto the bed, pressing my legs open. He greets my pussy with his tongue. As he sucks on my clit, Brando's rough hands travel up my soft belly to my tits. His tongue swirls around my nub as his fingers lightly twist my nipples between them. My body writhes under his touch, and I shatter into bits as my climax explodes within me.
Catching my breath, I feel Brando's lips kiss their way up my inner thigh to my stomach, and then I melt into the way his tongue feels, swirling around my nipple. He continues exploring me with his mouth until our mouths finally meet. Opening my legs wide, I feel his cock penetrate me as it stretches me in a delightfully painful way.
I arch my back as he enters me balls deep, and our bodies begin to roll rhythmically with each other. Brando is fucking me with such force that another orgasm is already building up inside of me. I reach out, gripping his hair in my fist as I come, and I feel his body slam against mine, shuddering as he cries out my name.
We collapse in a heap of sweaty body parts on top of the blanket. With my ear against his chest, I listen to his heart slowly returning to normal. After several minutes, I turn my face onto the dragon shifter's chest, unable to suppress a giggle.
"What?" Brando says, craning his neck to look at me with a grin on his handsome face.
"It just dawned on me that we won't be totally faking it now," I say with a snicker, looking into his purple eyes.
The gorgeous cowboy's face turns serious as he strokes my hair.
"Good."
7
Brando
Joss steps out of the bathroom, smoothing down her burgundy-colored dress. She looks over at me with a small smile, and I can't resist striding toward her, pulling her into my arms.
"You look stunning," I breathe, looking down into her dark eyes.
She steps back, checking me out with a heated grin.
"So do you. I'm going to have the best-looking date of the entire wedding."
"Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be to deal with my family," Joss says before looping her arm through mine.
My wedding date grabs her faux fur as we head out of the hotel room. For some reason, her cousin decided to hold the ceremony outside behind the lodge. While it's a beautiful setting with towering trees and a Valentine's themed arch, it is incredibly chilly.
After we sit down, Joss cuddles into my arms to warm up, and I savor the electric thrill her touch gives me. Within seconds,I don't even notice the February chill, because it feels as if electric flames are licking at my skin.
Joss looks around at the wedding decor, then up at me with a grin.
"If you can't tell, my cousin really loves Valentine's Day," she whispers with a giggle.
Kissing her forehead, I breathe, "Happy Valentine's Day, beautiful."
I watch my curvy boss's cheeks turn a rosy red as she beams up at me. Before she responds, however, the music starts, and we turn to see the parents of the couple walking down the aisle. Soon, the ceremony is swarming with bubblegum pink bridesmaids' gowns matching the Valentine's Day theme. We stand when the bride makes her entrance, taking her time walking down the aisle with her father.
When the ceremony begins, I get lost in the way my body feels, holding Joss in my arms. I catch promises of love and devotion throughout the ceremony, but I'm primarily focused on how at peace I am feeling. Holding my voluptuous employer feels perfect and right and gives me a sense of finally being home.
Stepping into the lodge greets us with a heavenly warmth. Even consumed by the electric heat of Joss's touch, I ended up feeling chilled to the bone by the time the bride and groom were pronounced husband and wife.
Joss and I enter the ballroom, and before we find our seats, a server walks by with glasses of red wine, which we both grab. We are seated at a table with several of Joss's cousins and theirspouses. They are all polite enough, but one husband lights up when he finds out that I'm a dragon shifter.
"I'll give you twenty dollars if you shift on the dance floor when the bride and groom do their wedding dance," he grins drunkenly at me. How he's consumed so much alcohol within minutes of the reception starting, I am unsure.
"Yeah, Dave, he's not going to do that," Joss says, fixing him with a glare.
