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Meghan and Cooper are making the most of their first night out since they welcomed their baby boy. Noah and Savannah came together—although she’s been insistent that they aren’t actually together. They look pretty together, if you ask me. Ben came with a guy he’s been seeing for a while now and although he said he’s the one, I’m not so sure about that. He’s giving me some really weird vibes.
Some of Sebastian’s other friends have come too, one’s I’ve only met once before, at our engagement party. Damien Houston and Jamison Monroe are intimidating men. They're hot, but they scream ‘rich playboys’.
I tip my head back and look up atmy husband. Instantly, he drops his head and brushes his lips over mine. We’re in our own bubble, tasting each other like it’s the first time. I want it to always be like this, both of us never able to get enough. He breaks the kiss first, his forehead dropping onto mine as he looks into my eyes.
“I love you,” I whisper.
As with every time I say those three little words, a grin breaks out over his face. It’s infectious and so I can’t help the one on my face that mirrors his. My gaze bounces around his face, from his eyes to his lips, his dimple and even his nose. I drink him in.
“I love you too.”
We’re no longer dancing. Somewhere along the way, we got lost in our moment and now we’re standing in the middle of the dance floor, vaguely aware of other couples dancing around us.
I want him alone.
My eyes are still locked on him as I whisper, “Do you think we can get out of here?”
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” A frown pulls on his brow as he pulls away from me to study my face.
“I want you now, Bastian.” There’s no mistaking the urgency in my plea.
God, I can never get enough of him.
His eyes heat with need and without another word, he takes hold of my hand and walks me out of the room. I can’t wait to start the rest of my life with this man asmy husband.
* * *
Sebastian
I feel like I’m in a constant state of shock. My wife is amazing and has given me so many things and experiences I never thought I’d have. It feels surreal that we’re married. That I get to call her mine.My wife.
There was a moment when we had broken up that I thought that was it and she’d never forgive me, and honestly, I wouldn’t have blamed her if she didn’t. I’m the luckiest bastard alive, and the fact that she chose me, that she lovesme, well, fuck, if it doesn’t make me feel on top of the fucking world.
She trails behind me as I drag her toward the exit. My focus is intent on getting us to the hotel room. Just thinking of all the things I’m going to do to her has me hard as a fucking rock. When her hand slips from mine, I pull up short. With a frown on my face, I turn to her.
She points to a supply closet, marching toward the door. “In here.”
“You don’t want to go to the room and—”
She cuts me off as she opens the door, turning to look at me over her shoulder. “No, I want you in here, now and then we can go back to the party.”
I can’t find fault in her plan, and I’m not about to start our marriage with an argument about where I take her. Following her into the dark supply closet, I close the door behind me. As I turn to face Alex, my hands land on her waist as I look down into her deep brown eyes.My love.
“How do we get you out of this?” I ask. The dress is stunning on her but I need it off.
Alex bends over and gathers up the skirt of her dress and pulls off her panties. “We don’t take it off. I don’t feel like you get the urgency of this need I have for you, Bastian.”
It’s all I needed to hear before I cup her face in my hands and devour her lips with my own. It’s messy and rushed, both the kissing and our desire to touch each other. Her hands hike up her skirt as I find the back of her legs and lift her into my arms.
With her arms and legs around me as I press her into the door, I manage to free myself from the confines of my pants. Testing to see how ready she is for me, I move a hand to the heat between her legs.She’s fucking drenched for me.
“Bastian, please, be quick,” she mewls, her head thrown back in anticipation.
No more words are needed as I line myself up and slide inside of her. She feelsfuckingglorious. A heady rush takes over me as I begin moving inside of her. Her walls spasm with her need as she welcomes me.
“Savannah, stop,” Noah growls. The sound of his voice halts my movements.
They must be just outside the door. My eyes lock onto Alex’s and with a shake of her head, she tells me to not to move. We stay frozen, my hard cock still buried in her slick pussy, as we listen to our friends on the other side of the door.
