“It sounded like you were having a rough time, so I came to offer my support.” He hushed me with a smile, his eyes roving over my body. “I can’t rescue you, but I can give you a little something else to think about.”
I put my hand on my hips, pretending to be mad when I was actually thrilled that he was standing there. We’d spoken plenty since that night at my apartment, but had been too busy to get together.
“You know you’re not supposed to see the dress before the wedding day,” I scolded him.
“Then it’s a good thing you aren’t wearing one,” he said.
With that, he swept me into his arms, his mouth coming down aggressively over mine. A little moan escaped me as I kissed him back eagerly, craving his mouth, his body. Everything. I wanted him so bad that I didn’t care we were in a dressing room in a bridal shop with nothing more than a thin door and a short hallway between me and my sisters-in-law and a bunch of on-the-clock Blue employees.
Ford pushed me up against the wall, putting his finger to his mouth to indicate that I needed to be quiet. My eyes went wide as he pulled a condom out of his pocket. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined something like this happening. Part of me thought I should stop him, but the other part of me—the more insistent part of me—wanted to keep going.
I pushed my hips against his, feeling the long, hard press of his cock between my legs. I was basically naked already, but Ford still made a point of stripping off my bra and thong. Then he gave me the condom and started unzipping his pants.
I understood that I was supposed to help, my hands trembling a little as I tore the packet open. Even though we’d had sex before, Ford had always handled the condom. Putting it on him felt intimate in a new way, and I loved how his head fell back as I touched him.
After pushing me face-first against the wall, he used his foot to nudge my feet apart, making room for himself between my legs. His hard cock pressed against me from behind, and I was so wet for him that when he slid into me, my body was ready.
I was grateful for his hand coming up to cover my mouth, because I could barely contain the moan that slipped from my lips as he pumped deep inside of me. I was still tight, so very tight, but it felt good. And it felt even better when he began to move faster, his teeth closing gently over my shoulder, his free hand sliding around to toy with my clit.
We didn’t have much time, and there was a huge chance that we’d get caught, but I didn’t care. I wanted this. I wanted him. He took me hard and fast against the wall, my legs spread wide, my heels giving me just enough height to provide the perfect angle for the two of us. It was so hot, so fucking hot, both of us struggling to stay silent and discreet, me sucking the finger of the hand he still had over my mouth.
I didn’t think it would be possible to come so quickly, but I could feel an orgasm racing toward me. Before I could stop myself, I was coming, clenching hard around Ford’s cock, bracing myself against the wall as he shuddered with his own climax, his cock pulsing inside me.
We stayed like that for a moment, his hand muffling my cries, my knees wobbly.
Slowly he withdrew.
When I managed to turn around, his pants were zipped back up and he looked exactly as he had when he snuck in a few moments ago. It was hard to believe what had just happened, but I didn’t regret it for a moment.
I slipped back into my thong and my bra and Ford gave me one last kiss before he snuck back out, neither of us saying another word. Footsteps approached from down the hall, and Tori called out, “Emzee? Everything okay in there? Do you need help?”
“No!” I said quickly. “I’m almost ready. Be out in a minute.”
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair was coming loose, my eyeliner smudged, my cheeks flushed. I cleaned up my eye makeup with a tissue, hurried back into the dress I’d been wearing before Ford came in, and strode confidently down the hall to the pedestal.
Stepping up onto it, I smiled at my reflection. “I think this is the one,” I said.
They both started clapping, and I saw tears in Tori’s eyes.
“We agree,” she said.
Brooklyn grinned. “There’s no doubt,” she said. “Look at you—you’re actually glowing.”
She was right. Only it wasn’t because of the dress I was wearing. It was because of Ford.
Emzee
Chapter 24
Ihad never been the kind of girl who liked to dream about my wedding day. My life goals for as long as I could remember—going way back to when I was a child—consisted of simple things, like having a house of my own with no boys allowed (which I’d more or less achieved with the loft, though my feelings about boys had definitely matured), being able to take care of myself (I liked to think I was doing pretty well in that regard), and getting a dog (hello Munchkin). I hadn’t done too bad, all things considered.
The downside being that every detail relating to my upcoming nuptials had hit me like a freight train. I simply wasn’t prepared for any of it. Had never deigned to consider the difference between colors called “oyster” and “feather,” the religious affiliation of our officiant, the flowers that would work best for the groomsmen’s boutonnieres, or the catering budget per guest. Thank God Tori and Brooklyn had managed to pull everything together with minimal input from me.
Because suddenly, Wedding Week was upon us.
I couldn’t believe how fast the time had passed.
I also couldn’t believe how big a shindig it had turned into. Last I’d heard, there were over six hundred people on the guest list. Did I even know six hundred people? Was this actually happening?
