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She laughed. “I don’t care about the dress. I want to look in your eyes. I want to be right here with you. On the same level.”
“You don’t want tradition with even this one thing?” I teased.
She shook her head. “We aren’t very traditional.”
I grinned. I cracked the lid on the box, waiting for her reaction. It was hard to buy jewelry for a mafia queen. She had everything she wanted. I scoured boutique jewelers. I had gems flown in from around the world. I’d worked on this piece of jewelry for months.
“Oh my God,” she gasped. All those months were worth it, for that moment. For the look of pure joy and excitement in her eyes. Like seeing fireworks for the first time. It was a five-carat emerald cut Tiffany ring.
I lifted it from the velvet cushion. “Kennedy, I thought about this moment five years ago. I thought about when I lived in France. All the nights we were apart. I’ve thought about it since the tropical depression and you forgave me. Since we drained that bottle of Pichon.” She pressed her forehead to mine, as if to tell me all of that was in our past. “I’ve thought about it every night since. This is all I want. You are all I want. Our future. Will you marry me?”
She nodded, trying to speak the words. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
I slipped the ring over her knuckle. “Perfect fit.”
She held it up to the candlelight. “I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a diamond this big before. She was in awe of it.
“That’s kind of the point. Everyone in New Orleans will see it.” I wrapped my arms around her.
She giggled, pressing her lips to mine. I tangled my hands in her hair, crushing her mouth. I’d never wanted her so badly. Our tongues lashed at each other, flicking and tasting the champagne. Kennedy crawled into my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist. We bumped into the table, as I lifted her in my arms.
“Back to the honeymoon suite,” I growled.
“God, yes,” she answered, breaking from the kiss for a quick second. Her hand wedged between our bodies. She rubbed my cock through the tux pants. I was hard as fuck. I had been all night. I groaned. My hand slipped under the dress.
“No fucking underwear, Kennedy.”
“I know.” She breathed into my neck. We hadn’t made it past the table. The candles began to crackle and fizz. My hands cupped her ass, digging into her soft skin. She moaned.
I tried to find the keys to my car. I was going to leave the rest of the champagne. I’d explain our hurried exit to Marguerite tomorrow. I’d pay extra for anything she needed. Right now, I had to get my fiancé back to the Crescent Towers before I fucked her on a tiny bistro table and Marguerite never let us cross through her door again.
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“It’s so big,” she moaned.
I lowered Kennedy to the king bed in the bridal suite. I laughed as I unzipped my pants and stepped out of them. She was admiring the ring, but her eyes widened when she saw how much attention she was about to get from my cock.
“It is so big,” I agreed. “For you and because of you.” I had to give credit where it was due.
She whimpered, licking her lips. The ring seemed secondary all of a sudden.
I pushed the dress to her hips.
“I want to kiss you. Suck you. Taste your pussy.”
Her legs opened, as if I had commanded them with my words. “Keep talking,” she whispered.
“My mouth is going to be a little busy for a while, baby.” I kissed the top of her knee, inching along her thigh. It was as soft as her silk dress. “You understand?”
She nodded, with a plea on her tongue. She was already wet. Turned on. There was one orgasm ready to be plucked just below the surface. With one trace of my tongue, I could make her come. Fuck, I wanted to make her come a hundred times tonight.
As soon as I had full access to her heat, my tongue was relentless. I’d never wanted to taste her pussy the way I did now. I licked and kissed her. Her hips rolled with each kiss. She panted. Her hands pulled at my hair.
“Oh, Knight,” she called, grinding against the pressure of my tongue and mouth.
I rubbed her clit, watching her writhe at the friction.
“You taste so good. I could do this all night,” I growled, returning to my happy place. I wanted to feast some more.
