“I didn’t know it existed either, but it does with the right woman. And it’s worth trying if you ever get theopportunity.”
Easton looks over at Avery. “How old isshe?”
“Twenty-two, I assume. She and Emma Lia have been best friends for years. I believe they were in the same grade inschool.”
“We’re in fucking Hawaii. I’m just gonna go for it and see whathappens.”
I slap my best friend on the back. “Do it,man.”
15
Emma Lia James
Our wedding night.Let me repeat that so there’s no confusion. Our. Wedding.Night.
I still can’t believe that I am married to Tristan Broussard. My Dom husband. I didn’t know that those two things could go together, and I damn sure didn’t know that you could throw a baby into the mix and have everything, but wedo.
Dom. Husband. Father. Tristan is a multifacetedman.
My God, how I love thisman!
Tristan steps closer, a familiar heat igniting in his gaze. “Turn around, mon bien-aimé, and let’s get you out ofthis.”
He works on what feels like far too many buttons on the back of my wedding dress. His fingers brush against the bare skin on my back, and he kisses the curvature of my upper back between my shoulder blades, making my bodyquake.
“My wife, Mrs.Broussard.”
“No more role-playing. I’m the real thingnow.”
“Yes, you are, and you always will be. I will always take care of you, spoil you, make sure you never want for anything in your life. You and ourchildren.”
I am a strong woman. I’ve never needed anyone to take care of me, but there is something so damn sexy about the way that Tristan insists on being our protector. “I know that you will always take care ofus.”
I turn around, holding the top of my dress at my breasts and his eyes gleam darker. He may be vowing to always take care of me, but at this particular moment, he also wants to devourme.
His mouth presses to mine. “I’m eager to take my wife for the first—no, second—time.”
And this wife is eager to be taken by her husband for the secondtime.
“Well, your wife has something special to put on for you.” I get to surprise him with a piece of lingerie that he didn’t choose forme.
He kisses the side of my face and releases me but not before swatting my ass. “Don’t linger, Mrs. Broussard. Your husband is an impatientman.”
“Yes,Husband.”
“Fuck, I love hearingthat.”
“Shall I address you as Husband instead of Mastertonight?”
“Yes. I would like that verymuch.”
I look over my shoulder at Tristan before entering the bathroom. “I won’t belong.”
I close the bathroom door and look at myself in the mirror, trying to decide if my hair should stay up or come down? Down, I think. Tristan likes when it spreads on the bed, and I expect to be on my back tonight. I can’t imagine spending my wedding night on my hands and knees getting fucked from behind. But then again, this is Tristan. Who knows withhim?
Allowing my wedding dress to drop to the floor, I step out and hang it on the back of the door. I slip into the ivory silk baby-doll gown with a silk bow holding it together between the breasts. I work to evenly tie the bows of the matching nearly nothing panties over each hip. It’s a little trickier than one mightthink.
The sleek fabric feels exquisite against my skin. Just the light abrasion of it touching my sensitive nipples makes them instantly harden. My skin is tingling as I imagine his mouth licking me. His hands worshipping me. His cock stretching me. Everything between my nipples and knees has become ultra-sensitive.
