Page 101 of Sighs By the Sea

“Oh god no!” she exclaims, making a gagging sound. “Davie!” she calls, and Mr. Perfect hustles over. She grabs his arm and points to me. “This is my cousin, Margaret Parker.”

“Maggie,” I correct, extending a hand with a wide, welcoming smile.

“Pleasure, Maggie.” He takes my hand and places a soft kiss on my knuckles. “You look positively radiant.”

My hand flies to my heart, warmed by his sincerity. “Why, thank you!”

Jade looks at Davie with a sparkle in her eyes. “Maggie here thinks we might be walking down the aisle next.” Davie doubles over, laughing loudly, the sound infectious.

I glance between them, unsure what the joke is. When Davie finally collects himself, he stands straight, tucking his hands into his pockets, the fabric of his tux crinkling. “Sorry. I love you, Jade, but not happening.” His eyes scan the crowd before landing on my new husband. “I’d be more interested in that little snack.”

My face flushes, not because Davie is gay, but because I agree. “He’s fucking hot, isn’t he?” I say, breathless. Grayson catches my eye and winks, a mischievous glint in his gaze that makes my knees weak.

“Oh yeah. I bet he’s swinging a hammer too.” Jade smacks Davie’s arm with a scoff, but I bite my lip. “He certainly is,” I admit, feeling my cheeks heat.

Jade grabs my hands, pulling my focus back to her as the music swirls around us. “You have to come visit. See our arcade.”

“Super Parker’s Arcade,” Davie adds proudly. “It really is amazing. Jade did a fantastic job.”

“Definitely. My son…” I pause, relishing the word. Clearing my throat, I continue. “He loves the one you gave me. I bet he’d lose his mind in a room full of options.”

Our conversation is interrupted as the wedding coordinator rushes over, clipboard in hand, heels clicking on the grass. “Hey, Maggie, we’re ready for the first dance.” On cue, a romantic song fills the air. I give Jade a quick hug. “Find me later, Jade!” I say in a hushed tone.

“Call me Parker, or I won’t,” she whispers back with a small laugh. I feel a firm hand on my shoulder and turn around to find Grayson standing before me, a beautiful smile on his lips, his eyes reflecting the joy of the day.

“Wife?” He holds out his hand, and I take it, our fingers fitting together perfectly. With a strong move, he pulls me into his arms, the warmth of his body seeping into mine. The music swells, and we begin to sway, lost in each other’s eyes, the world around us fading away.

“If you’re here with someone special, please join the happy couple as they celebrate their love.” Couples join us on the dance floor, including George, who’s dancing with TJ—though it’s more like jumping around while Murphy barks. But I’m completely captivated by Grayson, the man who has irrevocably changed my life.

In a moment of passion, I lean in for a kiss, but it quickly deepens into a fervent, tongue-driven embrace. Cheers and whoops erupt from some of the guests, and I can’t help but laugh, the joy of the moment overwhelming me, echoing in the night air.

“Let’s hear it for Mr. and Mrs. Grayson Parker!” The DJ announces enthusiastically.

But as we bask in the applause, a loud thump from behind causes me to turn around abruptly, my dress swirling around my legs.

Roger lies on the dance floor, curled up in pain. Standing over him is Miranda, her face flushed with anger. They must have been dancing, which is odd enough. Though maybe not as much since learning about their little tryst in the office. We still haven't gotten the full story out of her. Only that 'something' happened. She points a finger at him, shaking with fury. “Touch my ass like that again, and I’ll cut you!” Miranda yells, much to the amusement of nearly every guest.

I think I hear Roger mumble something about the pain being “worth it,” a weak grin on his face.

Excitement rushes through me. Weddings are nothing without a little drama, and right now, my bingo card is full. Ma making out with Harry, Tommy drunk and lamenting Tilly’s commitment issues, and now someone getting hit in the balls. It’s perfect.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Grayson asks, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Nodding, I kiss his cheek, savoring the softness of his skin. “Fucking amazing.” When I pull back, his lids are hooded, a fire igniting in the sliver of iris I can see. I know that look. He wants to start the honeymoon early.

“Know what would make it even better?” I whisper in his ear. By his resounding growl, he definitely knows.

With a laugh, I scoop up the bottom of my dress, gripping his hand as I pull my husband away from the chaos.

“Slow down, Maggie,” he says, chuckling as he follows.

“No,” I snap playfully over my shoulder. But where to go? A room is too obvious—someone would find us there. Instead, I lead him through the house, ignoring the stares from some guests wandering inside. Up the stairs, I go straight into the bathroom, locking the door behind us, heat already pooling in my belly.

“What do you need?” he asks, as if he doesn’t know, his voice a husky whisper.

I push him back until he falls onto the closed toilet lid, passion dripping from every word. “You, Mr. Parker. I need you.” Without waiting any longer, I hike up my dress and straddle him, the fabric rustling with every movement.

“Touch me, Gray. Make me dirty,” I say. He loves when I say that, and it has the intended effect. He shoves my lacy panties aside and thumbs against my clit. Despite expecting it, a gasp escapes as I feel his rough skin. He sinks a finger between my soaked folds.

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