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“Mouthwatering,” Bill beams, turning to take a seat in one of the easy outdoor chairs in the shade near the firepit.
As much as I want to run around like a kid on Christmas, exploring every nook and cranny of what will be my new home, I sink onto the outdoor couch with Tim, letting him throw his arm around my shoulders, and snuggle against his chest. It still seems surreal that he’s here, I’m here, and we’re gettingmarried! Somebody pinch me. This can’t be real. Can it?
Timothy
I come out of my ensuite bathroom and pause, my eyes drinking in the sight of Angie sitting in my bed, the coverlet around her waist.
She’s skipped the lacy nighties she wore in England and is instead wearing one of my Wharton shirts. It’s way too big on her and looks completely adorable. I can’t believe how fucking lucky I got that Uncle Bill decided that his PA needed to come for a five-week Christmas vacation in England with the rest of us. Talk about fate.
Sliding into bed beside Angie and flipping off the light, I tug her into my arms, pressing kisses up the side of her neck.
“Uh, so I kind of committed us to having the wedding in Chicago,” Angie gasps. I pause my kisses to grin into her neck. She’s already planned the wedding when I only asked her last night? I guess I’m not the only one who’s moving at the speed of light.
“Is that so?” My lips continue their lazy path as Angie gasps.
“Well, Bill asked, and I said yes. I hope that’s okay.”
“More than okay,” I reply, as my hand slides up her leg. “Chicago is a great place to have it.”
“And Bill’s going to walk me down the aisle.”
My hand stops its journey, and I shove up onto my elbow, my eyebrows raising as I look down at her.
“Really?”
She blushes, biting down on her lower lip as she nods. A grin stretches across my lips. I know how much this will mean to her. She looks at Uncle Bill like a father.
“I’m so happy for you, babe.”
“Thanks,” she whispers softly. Pressing my lips to hers, my hand resumes its path up her thigh.
“I’ll have to go back to Chicago, pack up my apartment and work out my notice. All those kinds of things,” Angie continues as my fingers part her folds, finding her clit and stroking it lightly. Her breath catches, and she moans. I love that sound.
“I think I can let you go for a month or so to get everything sorted. Plus, it’s probably easier to plan a Chicago wedding when you’re in Chicago.”
“Mm-hmm,” Angie moans in agreement, her hips bucking against my fingers.
“I’vebeen thinking about our honeymoon.”
“Trust you to go straight to the vacation planning,” she gasps as my fingers plunge into her.
“How do you feel about Paris and Tuscany?”
“Sounds nice. What did you have in mind?” She’s trying to be casual, but failing miserably, too keyed up by the excitement and my plunging fingers. I grin down at her, brushing a kiss over her lips as I pump my fingers faster.
“Well. I’ve been looking into fifth floor walkup studio apartments near Notre Dame. I think we could definitely rent one for a month.”
Angie’s cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright as she moans, “And in Tuscany?”
“We’ll do the usual tourist things. Florence, Pisa, all that.”
“Is that all?”
“No. I think I’ve sourced a small villa in the countryside we could rent for a month or so. Comes with its own small vineyard.”
“Sounds heavenly,” Angie gasps as her pussy flutters around my fingers and she comes.
“Of course it will be heavenly. You’ll be there.”
