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“Sexy suits? Is that what you’re calling them?” she asked with a laugh.
“Well, yes. They’re sexy and you’re sexy in them.”
“I try to be as inconspicuous as I can on the wedding day so I don’t take away from the couple,” she said.
“That makes sense. But I don’t think Linley would mind if you had maybe a purple suit.”
She ran her hand through my hair.
“I don’t have a purple suit, but I have purple suspenders I could wear with my suit. Would that work?”
I almost moaned. “I think I just came imagining it.”
Alivia burst out laughing. “Well, maybe I shouldn’t wear them. You don’t want to do that during the ceremony.”
“No, no, I can control myself. I think.”
She kissed my forehead. “You don’t have to control yourself right now.”
“I know, it’s great.” I pinched her nipple and she yelped.
“You’re going to pay for that,” she said, her eyes going dark.
“Am I? How?”
She tossed me on my stomach and started kissing her way down my back.
“I’m going to show you.”
She did.
We could only fuck for so long before we had to pause again, and we took a nice hot shower together.
“Are you hungry?” she asked as I used her brush to de-tangle my sex hair.
“Yeah,” I admitted.
“Want to sneak down and see what’s in the kitchen?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. It sounded like fun, as if we were little kids sneaking down to get cookies out of the jar while our parents were sleeping.
Since I didn’t have anything other than my dress, so Alivia gave me one of her shirts, which was long enough to be a dress on me.
“I didn’t know I was going to be staying over, or I would have packed a bag,” I said, trying not to be too obvious about smelling the shirt. It smelled like her.
“I can drive you back tomorrow morning so you can get ready,” she said.
“That works,” I said. My hair was probably going to be a mess when I showed up to get it done, but did that matter? Not really.
Alivia slid on a pair of shorts and a tank and led me down the hall and to the back stairs that led to the kitchen.
I tried not to walk too loudly, even though there was little chance of anyone hearing us in this part of the inn.
Alivia turned the lights on and the stainless-steel surfaces gleamed, making me squint.
“What are you in the mood for?” she asked, going to one of the fridges.
“I’m not picky,” I said.
