Page 72 of Protecting Paris


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“For starters, how amazing you look in that dress. Christ, woman, you should have warned me instead of waltzing into the living room like you didn’t know what it would do to me.” She was always beautiful, but she was breathtaking in a long, flowing, strapless violet-colored dress.

“I wanted to make an entrance.”

“You definitely did that. Took me a minute to make sure I was still breathing when I saw you.”

She turned in her seat and took my hand. “I hope I still take your breath away when I’m old and wrinkly.”

“I’m not so sure making me breathless when I’m an old man is the best idea.” I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed her knuckles. “But if your beautiful face was the last thing I saw, I’d die a happy man.”

“How about I make you a happy man right now?” She started to pull up her dress. “Pull over.”

“Are you serious?” I asked as my throat went dry.

She tugged off her panties and spun them around her finger. The yellow lace landed in my lap and then fell to the seat when my cock jerked. “You look hot in that suit.”

“Fuck, honey.”

“That’s the goal, yes.”

I cranked the wheel and skidded to a stop behind an abandoned gas station. She wasted no time crawling over the console. I worked my pants until they were at my knees, and before she sank down on me, I held her hips so she couldn’t move. “You know you make me happy, right?”

She smiled down at me and brushed her lips against my jaw. “You make me happy, too.”

“Love you, honey.”

“I love you, too.” The woman who continues to surprise me every day rested her forehead on mine. “Now are you going to show me how much you love me or are you just going to stare at me?”

I pulled her down and filled her, then cupped the back of her head and looked deep into her eyes. “How about I do both at the same time?”

Matthew

“Sweetheart, you’ve gotta stop crying.”

“I can’t help it,” Bristol wailed. “I’m just so happy for her.”

I pulled her to me and rubbed her back. “I know you are.”

“She deserves this so much.”

“And Scotty’s giving it to her. But everything isn’t going to be ready unless you get it together and help.”

She sniffled and pulled away, dabbing her face with a wadded-up tissue. “You’re right. I’m going to go make sure the petals haven’t blown away.”

“I’ll go with.” We walked outside and saw Beau and Georgia approaching us, looking a little disheveled.

Bristol scoffed and waited until they were close enough before she put her hand on her hip. “Did you just have sex?”

“Us?” Georgia feigned shock. “My husband is an officer of the law, and that would be illegal, wouldn’t it?” She nudged Beau.

He smirked. “Only if you get caught.”

Georgia shook her head, and Bristol rolled her eyes, but then I looked over her shoulder and started laughing. “What’s so funny?”

Bristol turned to see Sutton and Cheyenne approach, and then immaturely stomped her foot. “You guys had sex, too?”

“How can you tell?” Cheyenne straightened her dress, and Sutton looked down at his shoes.

“Not fair.” My wife pouted, and I took her hand and gave her a small tug so she looked at me.

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