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The suite of rooms assigned to them was not the one Wade usually used at the club, but a different one, the pale blue very appropriate for the occasion. They would be spending the night at the club before going off to an undisclosed location for their honeymoon. Not even the bride was privy to that information.
"What if it's somewhere I do not like?"
He cast her an amused look. They had retired to their room to change out of their wedding clothes. "I guarantee you will," he assured her.
"How can you be sure?" she insisted. A simple blue and white dress with trailing transparent sleeves had been laid on the bed by one of the girls for her to put on.
"I happen to have excellent taste. Need any help?"
"With the zipper. Yes." She stood there wearing only her exquisite white lace underwear and a garter high on her left thigh.
"We could stay a minute." He ran his hands up and down her arms slowly. "We were just married; they cannot expect us to come right out."
"Jerrold gave strict orders for us to come right out so that they can start the speeches. Or he was going to come and see what was keeping us," she reminded him.
"We could lock the doors. I want to make love to my wife. And I am not afraid of Jerrold," he growled.
"I am." Leaning forward, she kissed him quickly and danced out of his arms.
"That's ridiculous. I want you."
"And we have all night." Picking up the dress, she stepped into it and turned so that he could zip her up. "Is it Italy?"
"No." He took his time with the zipper, admiring the curve of her back and the contrast of the white lace against her skin.
"Paris?"
"No." Bending his head, he kissed the side of her neck, while pulling her against him, arms encircling her waist. "I am not going to give up the information, no matter what."
"What if I decide to brave Jerrold's wrath and give you sex. Will you tell me then?"
"Tempting but no. And you are absolutely right, we should get going." He pulled the zipper up and stepped back.
His eyes twinkled as she turned to face him with a pout on her sexy lips.
"You could take me from behind. Just slide-"
"Uh Oh, look at the time. We really should get going."
"You are not going to tell me?" She went to get shoes.
"No. It would spoil the surprise."
"Well then, blame yourself if it turns out I am not satisfied."
"Have I ever left you dissatisfied?" he asked softly as he took her hand in his.
"Right now, I am," she pointed out.
"That will be remedied as soon as we get to our destination.”
“You are a spoilsport.”
“I am your husband.” He turned her around and cupped her face. “I am the man who loves you so much that I cannot verbalize it. I am the man who will love you for the rest of your life.”
“You are.” She blinked back tears and leaned into him. “And damn you for making me feel so weepy.”
“You could always blame it on hormones,” he told her tenderly. “Shall we, darling?”
