Page 23 of Wedding Daddy

He chuckled. “I’m glad you’re here, Jill. Today wouldn’t be as special as it is without you.”

“I’m glad I made it too,” she replied, patting his arm in comfort.

“And I know Dad couldn’t make it today…”

“Yes, he did,” she interrupted him. “Remember what you told me on my graduation day when I started crying about him not being there.”

He nodded. “I remember…”

“You said Dad wanted to watch me graduate from college too much to miss it for any reason. You told me he was in heaven, sitting in front of a big TV screen, watching his daughter graduate from college. I think he wouldn’t miss your wedding for any reason either.”

“I know. Thanks, Jill.” He grinned at her. “I’m glad to see you’re finally getting along with Bradley. For a moment there, I was worried that would be a problem.”

She looked at Bradley across the room. He was talking to someone but seemed to sense her eyes on him because he raised his head and looked straight at her. She held his gaze for a second before looking away.

“Yes, it’s great we get along now. How early are you leaving for your honeymoon tomorrow?”

“Not too early,” he said. “Our flight doesn’t leave till noon.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in the morning, then.”

“Yes.”

They continued talking for a few minutes before she said one last good night and walked out of the hall. As she walked to the elevator, she realized she was going to a cold, empty room alone,leaving a bad taste in her mouth. Changing direction, she made her way to the swimming pool.

She sat on the edge and watched everyone having a good time. She even saw a few couples making out in the shadows. She had been looking forward to this for weeks, but now they all paled in comparison to the one night she spent with him, and Jill worried she’d ruined her vacation. She stayed by the pool for almost an hour before heading back inside.

The door swung open as she walked toward the elevator, and Bradley stepped off, looking frustrated. He stopped when he saw her and scowled.

“Where have you been?” he growled. “I’ve looked for you everywhere.”

His sense of urgency worried her. “What happened?” she asked, already panicking.

“What do you think?” he hissed. “You wouldn’t stop talking, and now all I can think of are those things you said. It’s like you’re in my head, and there is only one way I can think to get you out.”

He sounded so frustrated she couldn’t help but smile. It felt good to know she had not been the only one suffering. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the elevator.

“I still think this is a terrible idea,” he said as the elevator door closed. “But I can’t think of anything else to quench this thirst I have for you.”

She smiled up at him. “Then I guess you better start drinking. God knows I’m parched.”

Groaning, he pushed her against the elevator wall and kissed her. “Where do you want to go? Your room is closer.”

They looked at each other and arrived at a decision. A few minutes later, Bradley pulled her into his suite and resumed kissing her. It drove her wild the way he kissed her, hands roaming around her body like it wasn’t enough that his tonguewas plundering her mouth with such exquisite finesse. Like he needed to claim every part of her… again. He already owned so much of her it was not hard to surrender everything else.

Pushing away from him, she leaned against the door and stared at the thick bulge in his pants. He was breathing hard, gaze dark with arousal as he looked at her.

“What’s going through that naughty little head of yours?” he asked, his voice so rough and hard with male heat that it sounded like he was growling at her.

What was going through her head? Like he didn’t know exactly what she wanted from him, even when she didn’t. “Your cock,” she said unabashedly. The time for modesty was long past and if she was honest, it never existed with him. From the moment she laid her eyes on him, they were destined to end at this very moment. “I want it in my mouth,” she finished, licking her lower lip hungrily.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and she nodded. “Then come to bed, baby…”

She shook her head. “Too far,” she said even though the bed was not more than a few feet away. “I want you right now… Right here…”

He moved closer then, his body growing impossibly large until he loomed over her. “What else do you want?” he asked, one hand reaching up to cradle her face. “How do you want me to fuck you tonight?”

That touch, so tender and gentle, had her body trembling with arousal as her heart beat wildly in her chest. She prayed she wasn’t falling in love with him. That would be a very stupid thing to do, but it was hard not to wonder if the reason her body was so utterly subject to his desire was that he’d carved a place in her beating chest.

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