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“I’m okay, feeling amazing.”
“Okay, well, make sure you tell me if that changes. I’m happy to kick everyone out and take you upstairs at any point tonight.”
“Behave, Mr. Slade.” I give him a warning look and he tugs my hand, pulling me forward and dipping me. He wraps his hand around the back of my head, kissing me.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Ranger and Dolly Slade!” The curtain pulls back and everyone cheers.
“Nice timing,” someone shouts, “save it for the honeymoon!”
Ranger rights me back on my feet and we walk onto the dance floor, my cheeks glowing.
The reception tent looks like it’s out of a magazine. There are twinkle lights everywhere, and strings of flowers hang from the center point of the ceiling, fanning out to all the edges. There’s a massive table filled with desserts and more decorative flower pieces.
Brennan was right, because it feels like the night is flying by. I’m either being pulled aside by one family member or the DJ is making an announcement about something we need to do: the garter toss, the bouquet toss, the first dance. Finally, Ranger grabs my arm, pulling me out onto the dance floor for a slow dance.
“This song is dedicated to the bride from the groom,” the DJ says as Tammy Wynette’s voice fills the room and makes me smile.
“So you did remember me singing it that night, didn’t you?”
“Of course I remembered it. I was just playing dumb because I’m an idiot and was trying to pretend like I wasn’t madly, head-over-heels in love with you.”
“You know, if you’d just admitted it at the bar that night, we could’ve avoided all of the nonsense over the last several months.” I giggle, teasing him.
“Yeah, but you liked flirting with me,” he leans down and softly kisses my neck, “and the sneaking around.”
“Mmm, it was fun being naughty.”
“Who says we can’t still be naughty?” He nibbles on my ear, my eyes fluttering closed.
“Your mom did say we should sneak off and have a moment to ourselves.”
He pulls back. “My mom said that?”
“Well, not likethat.” I laugh. “She meant just to take in today and enjoy it, but if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, then let’s sneak off and do that.”
He flashes a sexy grin. “You’re insatiable, Mrs. Slade.”
“It’s your fault! You knocked me up and now I have all these hormones driving me crazy. Not to mention you look so sexy in a suit.” I run my hand down the front of his shirt, his jacket and bow tie long gone.
“I was just about to say how delectable you look in this dress.” He runs his fingertips down the exposed skin of my back. The dress is simple and elegant, a deep V running down to my lower back. “So crisp and white,” he murmurs, “I’d love to defile you in it.”
I don’t even respond. I just grab his hand and walk him off the dance floor, out of the tent, and toward our house.
“Baby, are you serious right now?” I drag him into the house and spin him around, pushing him against the back door. “We have a yard full of people right now.”
“So?” I say, tugging his shirt until his lips are on mine. He doesn’t protest again. His hands are traveling up my back and into my hair as he tilts my head to deepen the kiss.
“You’re right . . . what the fuck am I even saying right now?” He walks me backward, bumping us into our kitchen island as we paw at one another. Our tongues can’t get enough.
“Upstairs,” I say against his lips as I attempt to unbutton his shirt. He grabs me around the waist, lifting me into his arms as he walks upstairs to the en suite bathroom in our bedroom.
“I need dessert, baby,” he says, dropping to his knees after placing me on the counter. He doesn’t bother removing my panties—just pushes them to the side before sliding his tongue inside me. I lean back against the mirror behind me, my feet planted on the counter as my husband devours me. “That’s right, come on my tongue.” I’m tugging his hair, holding him tighter against me as I obey.
“More,” I say, reaching for his pants as he stands up, his cock straining against his fly as I unzip it. “Need you inside me.”
“Patience, Mrs. Slade.” He stills my hands, pushing them aside so he can free himself. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby.” He lines himself up, slowly sliding the tip of his cock up and down my slick center. “You think anyone down there knows you’re up here begging your husband to fuck you?”
“Ohhh,” I groan as he inches himself inside me.
