Ivy leaned against the doors. “I can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”
I kissed her again. “Very serious,” I said, needing her to see that I meant it. “So serious that I would give you carte blanche to plan the wedding of your dreams, and I’d show up in a formal kilt with a thousand puppies and everything.”
“Oh no, not the puppies! If you can solve that one, then I will forever and totally be in your debt.”
“Working on it,” I promised, throwing open the doors. “Behold, my wedding planner: your venue.”
“Wow!” Ivy breathed, looking around. The dark mahogany floors were inlaid with the hotel’s logo in an art deco design. The crystal chandeliers glimmered, and the double-height windows looked out over the city. “It’s likeBeauty and the Beast.”
“Hey!” I said, grabbing her about the waist and waltzing her around the room. “I feel personally attacked!”
“Why? That’s totally you!” she teased. “Too much money, a bad attitude, talks to inanimate objects.” She slipped out of my arms. “I think we’ll set up the bridal table here, though there aren’t that many of us.”
“Us?”
Ivy grimaced. “I’m a bridesmaid.”
“We are totally having hot sex at Imogen’s wedding,” I growled at her. “It’s tradition for the wedding party members to sleep together at the wedding.”
“I will be far too busy to hook up with you at Imogen’s wedding,” she said, kissing me lightly on the nose.
“Then I guess we’re going to have to do it now.”
“Aren’t there cameras?”
“Not in here. Archer doesn’t even have a liquor license.”
“Oh lord, a dry wedding.”
“I told you, we’re going to need a couple quickies to make it through the night with no alcohol.”
She pushed away from me to snap pictures of the space with her phone. Watching her walk around, doing her thing, taking control, I honestly found it incredibly sexy. Too sexy. So sexy that I needed to do something about it. I took her by the hand and swept her into the coatroom, kissing those perfect lips of hers. She was exasperated by this.
“What the hell are you doing?” she hissed.
“Stress relief?”
She stared, taking a moment before catching on. “You can’t be serious.”
I picked her up, my fingers digging into the curves of her ass, and pinned her against the door. “I am serious. We’re alone, aren’t we?”
“One of the hotel staff could see us!”
“It’s evening, and we haven’t been up here that long,” I reminded her, kissing her hard. She strained against me. “Do you really want me to stop?” I whispered, pressing hot kisses along her neck, one hand creeping under her skirt to stroke her through the lacy panties.
“I want you,” she whispered, her voice raw with desire.
“Turn around,” I told her. “I prefer less clothing, but sometimes you have to make compromises when there is a beautiful woman in front of you and you have to fuck her right then and there.”
I kissed the back of her neck and hiked down her panties to stroke her wet pussy. She spread her legs as I undid my pants. She was reluctant to do it in such a public space, but God, did she want to do it anyway. Knowing something is a bad idea and still doing it? My kind of girl.
After putting on a condom, I pushed into her, enjoying the unbelievable tightness that she had, how her pussy just seemed to masterfully squeeze me in all the right ways. Hearing her moans as I took her was everything I wanted.
“I’m addicted to you,” I said in her ear as I fucked her, feeling her shake around me, tremble with every penetration. My hand wrapped around, going up to the top of her dress, grabbing her breast, feeling its softness, its heat. It perked up under my touch, her moaning lightly as I massaged her there.
I wrapped a hand around her mouth to stifle her screams. She bit my palm, making my cock jerk inside her.
“Fuck, Ivy, everything about you just turns me on.” I needed more of her, and I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I fucked her harder, faster, letting my energy flow into her, letting her moan for me.
