Page 117 of Unleashed

I gasped, laughing softly. “You are not.”

To prove his point, he took my hand and pressed it against the unmistakable bulge in his pants. “Believe me now?”

My breath hitched. “Slade… we can’t,” I whispered, though even I wasn’t convinced.

“Suck me,” he said, his voice a seductive growl.

I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh, so now that we’re married, you think you can just demand things?”

His face softened, and he chuckled. “Kidding. I don’t expect you to.”

“I would,” I replied softly, biting my lip. “If you wanted me to.”

His eyes gleamed, but he gently removed my hand. “I know you would. But I can wait until we get home. Just an hour to go.” He checked his phone, his thumb brushing over the screen.

I smiled, relieved and yet slightly disappointed. “I can wait if you can.”

“That doesn’t mean I want to,” he admitted, his voice husky. “I would take you ten ways from Sunday if we were alone right now.”

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, “Does that mean I’ll be sleeping on the plane tomorrow?”

“More than likely.” His voice was a promise. “You’ll need all the energy you can get tonight.”

Exhaustion threatened to creep in as I thought about how early the day had started, how much energy I’d spent greeting guests and managing the reception. But I wasn’t about to let him down. I’d find the strength, because tonight was ours. And I wanted it just as much as he did.

When we got home,Slade’s hands were on me the moment the door closed behind us. He was anxious to peel my dress off, butcareful, ever so careful, even taking the time to hang it on the padded hanger before returning to me with a mischievous smile.

"You’re killing me with that patience," I teased, feeling the heat of anticipation growing.

He chuckled, his hands grazing over the delicate lace of my lingerie. "Just savoring the moment," he said, his voice low and husky. "You smell so good."

I shook my head. "I do not. I’m sweaty."

"Shush," he murmured, dropping to his knees in front of me, his hands gently parting my thighs. He pressed his nose against me, inhaling deeply through the white lace of my panties. "This is the best smell," he whispered. "I bet I could make you come without even taking these off."

A shiver ran down my spine. "I’m sure you can."

He flashed a wicked grin before pressing his mouth to me, his tongue tracing the outline of my swollen clit through the lace. The sensation was electric, making my legs tremble. My hands flew to his broad shoulders, needing something solid to hold onto.

"Slade..." I breathed, already feeling the tightening deep in my belly.

"Come for me, my bride," he commanded, his voice rough and full of desire.

I didn’t need much encouragement. His mouth was too good, his tongue relentless, and within seconds, my body shattered around him. I gasped his name, clutching at him as my orgasm swept through me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and weak.

Slade stood, scooping me into his arms as though I weighed nothing, and laid me gently on the bed. I watched, mesmerized, as he began to strip in front of me. His movements were slow, deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. First, he tugged at the knot of his tie, tossing it aside, followed by his jacket and belt. Ibit my lip as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the firm planes of his chest, the sharp cut of his abs.

"God, you’re beautiful," I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away from him.

He smirked, his hands moving to his slacks. "You want this, Morgan? You want to suck me off?"

I nodded, my throat dry with anticipation. Words failed me.

He stepped out of his pants and boxers, his cock hard and ready, bobbing slightly as he fisted it. But instead of the usual, he did something different. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself above me, his knees on either side of my head. He lowered his hips until the head of his cock brushed my lips.

"Suck," he ordered, his voice dark and commanding.

"Slade?" I blinked up at him, surprised by the sudden shift.

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