“Your family will be here soon,” she said then gasped when my hand pushed under her skirt.
“Too bad,” I murmured. “I could fuck you hard and fast, but the first time I put my cock in that tight little pussy, I want to take my time.”
Ivy moaned against my mouth as I rubbed her pussy through the fabric of her lacy panties.
“I knew you wanted unprofessional activities,” I murmured. “Your pussy is so wet for me right now.”
My home automation system blared with a message that someone was coming up on the private elevator. I swore then leaned over to kiss Ivy once more. “I missed you,” I told her.
“Why, because no one else calls you out on your shit?” she replied, hastily fixing her shirt.
“Your tone sounds mean,” I said, “but the way you moaned when my hand stroked your—”
The doorbell rang.
“We are excited to see the invitations,” my stepmother said when I opened the door.
“Yes,” I said, “Ivy was just commenting on my handwriting.”
“Or lack thereof,” Ivy said under her breath.
“Don’t kick me,” I whispered to Ivy as we followed my family to the dining room. “You don’t want to give people ideas about what we’re doing.”
“We’re not doing anything,” she hissed back.
My stepmother took a seat next to Imogen and Mika, while Teddy sat at the end of the table so he could eat the large Italian sandwich he’d brought with him.
“As discussed, I have several options for the invitations,” Ivy said, laying out rows of heavy stationery.
Teddy got up to hover over them. Ivy winced as a glob of mayo fell onto one of the invitations.
“They all look the same to me,” I said, inspecting them.
“As if we would expect you to notice a difference,” Ivy said tartly.
“They just look like every other wedding invitation I’ve seen,” I remarked. Then I grinned. “You know what you should do? Round cards.”
“Yes!” Teddy said.
Ivy was horrified.
“You can’t do round wedding invitations.”
“Why not?” Teddy complained.
“It’s just a bit tacky,” Ivy said.
“But it’s original,” I said. “Didn’t you say you wanted something different, Imogen? We could put corgis on them.”
Ivy visibly shuddered.
“I think we should use one of these square cards,” Imogen said. “They have a nice minimalist aesthetic.”
“I want the round cards,” Teddy told Ivy. “I should have some say in this wedding.”
“You can put the invitation in a round envelope with a wax seal of Teddy’s Scottish clan,” I continued.
“Stop trying to hijack my wedding,” Imogen snapped.
