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“You’d better tell me,” I told him sternly.
“Maybe you could suck the answers out of my cock.”
I smacked his chest. “Dirty old man.”
“You know it.” He grinned.
I knew he’d help if I asked him to. He’d helped Michelle and her sister find a new place and club.
The rest of the day was a blur of celebrating and eating. Trixie had grumbled about external caterers, but she’d clearly been enjoying her day off and looked cosy sitting with Albert. She caught me looking at her and shot me the bird. She was feisty, but she’d helped me secure the surprise for our wedding night, so I’d let her off her rude hand gesture.
“Time to go, wife,” Sean growled at me, nipping at my ear as he swept me up with his good arm.
There was wolf-whistling as Sean carried me out of the marquee.
“You didn’t dance.” I smoothed his tie down, excited for his surprise.
“You do the dancing in our marriage.”
“I do,” I agreed.
He carried me over the house’s threshold and up the stairs. I imagined his reaction to my surprise, and arousal curled around me.
“I have a wedding gift for you.”
Sean’s steps slowed as we arrived at our room.
“Is it underneath this dress?” he asked, nuzzling my neck and making me giggle.
My dress was simple: a lace-topped gown with a long organza skirt.
“Maybe. Put me down and close your eyes.”
“Not going to put you down,” he growled, closing his eyes as he walked us inside.
I glanced around, making sure everything was in place. The newly installed pole gleamed silver in the candlelight from the tea lights around the room.
“Walk to your left,” I told him.
The madman wouldn’t put me down or open his eyes.
“Stop,” I told him before he tripped over the new armchair I’d placed next to the pole. “Open your eyes.”
They flickered open, staring hungrily down at me before glancing around.
“Is it a private show for our wedding night?” His pupils dilated.
“It’s a private show forever.”
I loved dancing, but I hated the stares, except for his. I never wanted to dance for anyone but him, and I couldn’t wait to feel the burning weight of his gaze on me again. My body suddenly felt hot beneath my dress. I tapped his arm to put me down and gestured to the seat.
He grinned and sat down, spreading his legs, and reclining in his god-like pose. His hungry eyes took me in.
I perched on his lap. “I need your help with the buttons.”
During my mastermind plotting, I realised my dream wedding dress didn’t fit my stripping plans. The look on Sean’s face told me he didn’t mind helping. His strong fingers released the tiny buttons, and he leaned forward to kiss down my spine. His breath hitched as he glimpsed my underwear.
Once the last button was open, I pulled away, releasing my arms from the dress but holding it to me. I grabbed the remote and set the tracks I’d chosen for this before turning back to face Sean. Anticipation warmed me as I waited for a beat before letting the dress peel down to the floor, exposing the sheer white bodice and barely there thong, complete with suspenders.
