Page 27 of Masked Love

The wedding was held on the back lawn of my family home. It had beautiful landscaping and a large veranda, so Greyson and I didn’t need much else.

Work had been another issue. Greyson hadn’t been wrong when he claimed employees would question my leadership while I was dating my PA. I understood this going in, but some employees whispered and plotted, making Greyson’s life harder rather than mine.

But once our engagement was announced, things settled down, and my staff took our relationship more seriously.

“Has anyone ever told you how stunning you look in a tux?” I asked my new husband as I loosened my bowtie.

Greyson smirked and pushed the glasses up his nose. “Only about fifty times.”

“You exaggerate.”

“Fine, twenty-seven times.”

“You need to work on your math, husband.”

He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. He rolled his tongue in my mouth, sucked it for a second before pulling back. “Math never was my strong suit.”

“Apparently. Now get naked. I’d like to consummate this marriage.”

“Don’t you want to wait until we get to Paris? I mean, we’re in your childhood bedroom.”

“What a perfect time to erase the last of my childhood.”

“Who knew my husband wouldn’t have an ounce of sentimentality?”

“On the contrary, I’d like to have you branded in my memories in this room.”

Since Greyson wasn’t getting undressed, I loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and slid his jacket off. “If you make me do all the work, I’m going to have to punish you on our wedding day.”

He tsked. “Such a hardship.”

I fisted his open shirt and pulled him into another kiss. “Get naked, Greyson,” I growled.

He shivered at the command but didn’t argue as he slid off his shirt, undid his pants, and let them pool around his ankles. Last went his underwear and socks.

“No naughtiness tonight. We’re making love instead,” I said. “Now on the bed, my love.”

Greyson laid down on my childhood bed, confident with his hands tucked behind his head, watching me as his cock pulsed and beaded precum.

I slowly peeled off my clothes, putting on a show for him while he reached for his cock and slowly pumped himself.

Once I was naked, I grabbed the lube I had ready on my nightstand, and then I climbed into the bed and spread his legs before sitting between them. We didn’t bother with condoms anymore after getting tested. I loved the feel of his heat with no barriers.

I lifted one of his legs and peppered him with kisses, working my way down until I reached my favorite spot, the crook of the thigh near his balls. I took a deep breath of his musky and arousing scent, making my own cock throb.

I swiped my tongue along his length, swirling it around his tip, tasting his bittersweetness.

Greyson moaned and gently thrust for more, but that would come later. I moved on up his body with my kissing, smiling as he whined.

“You’ll get relief soon enough, husband.”

I settled my body over his, blanketing him with my weight. He wrapped his arms around me, and we kissed for a while, making out like a couple of teens. And I loved his hard cock pressed against mine.

“No coming until I’m done.”

His eyes popped open, exposing blown pupils. “Excuse me?”

“You know the drill, Grey.”

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