Page 59 of The Bourbon Bargain

“Now, let’s put this all behind us and focus on the day at hand. We’re getting married again today, thanks toyourinsistence. Give me a few minutes and I’ll go shower and change so we can get started. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

Caroline looks taken aback, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, which is exactly what she is, having seen Paige stand up for herself and drive the conversation as well as issue the commands.

I am so fucking proud of her and the work she has done to take less shit from her mother.

Finally, Caroline closes her mouth into a tight-lipped smile, fighting for composure.

“Very well. If that’s how this is going to be, so be it. I’ll be downstairs.” She spins on her heel and stalks out of the garden. When the elevator doors have closed, I turn to Paige and stare in wonder.

“That was hot.”

She blushes prettily and ducks her head.

“Seriously. I want to march you right back into the flat and fuck you while you tell me what to do next.”

Paige looks around the garden, finally looking up at me from under her eyelashes and giving me a demure smile. “What’s wrong with fucking me right here, Sir?”

Fuck.The combination of her innate innocence with the dirty word and adding on a Sirfor good measure? It’s my undoing. I don’t have it in me to hold back and be civil. I drop to my knees in front of her, my big hands gripping her thighs right where the shirt ends.

“Not one fucking thing, angel. Spread your legs for me so I can taste that sweet pussy.” I love it when she swears, and I love that she’s not wearing any panties when she widens her stance to give me access.

I grab handfuls of her ass and pull her against my mouth, tasting her sweet-tart tang, and feel my cock grow uncomfortably hard in my pants. It’s not a position I can fully explore, so I hook one of her legs over my shoulder to spread her wider. She holds onto my shoulders for balance, her fingers brushing my nape and digging in as I get to work. I lick and suck at her center, teasing her clit and taking in as much of her as I can. Her juices are coating my chin already and I want more. Her fingers slide into my hair, nails gently scratching my scalp and keeping me right where I want to be.

“Oh, Hayes… that’s just…wow,” she says, voice breathy. Her legs are already starting to tremble against my shoulders.

I plunge two fingers into her slick heat and feel her body tighten around me.

“Just like that,” she gasps as I beckon against her.

I roll my tongue around her clit and press harder against her interior walls until she comes apart in my hands.

“Hayes,” she hisses, her fingers clenching in my hair as she comes, her pussy tightening on my fingers over and over.

I slide my fingers out of her delicious pussy with a feeling of regret, but it’s quickly replaced by my eagerness to fuck her properly. I stare hard at her as I put the fingers that were just inside of her into my mouth and suck them clean of her juices.

She maintains eye contact, but her lashes flutter and she lets out a moan that has me desperate to be deep inside of her again.

I stand, lifting her into my arms and carrying her back to the rock wall that borders the waterfall. I set her down long enough to push my pants and boxers down to free my cock, then I’m lifting her up my body and directing the head into her hot center with a groan. She wraps her legs around my hips and I pin her to the wall with my forceful thrusts.

We’re a tangle of limbs and noises, and I kiss her lips as I fuck her hard so she’ll know I love her even if it doesn’t feel that way with my rough actions. It’s a punishing rhythm, and she’s jostled into the wall with each hard thrust.

She bites my lip and tugs once before releasing and leaning her head back with a moan. I take the access she provides and nibble along her jaw, my tongue and lips kissing down her neck until I can bite the spot where her neck and shoulder meet.

“Hayes,” she hisses my name again.

“Come for me, angel, I want to hear you scream,” I demand, feeling my own release on the horizon and needing her to explode around me.

“So close,” she pants, her eyes closed tightly, her arms bracing around my shoulders as her nails dig into my back.

I roll my hips into her body, changing my angle of entry and grazing her clit with each rough thrust. Her eyes fly open and a moment later she is gasping, her body clenching and trembling in my arms and she cries out. As her core spasms, I fight my own release for several hard thrusts, my head dropping next to hers against the wall as I pump raggedly into her tightening pussy. Her name is a roar from my lips as I come with her.

I hold her to me tightly as our ragged breathing slows. When I finally set her on her feet, we’re both a mess. I can feel the sharp sting along my back where her nails scratched, my pants are at my ankles, and I’m entirely fucking lost to my amazing wife. She looks fucked hard, her hair a tangle of snarls around her face, the white shirt she’s wearing missing buttons and falling off her shoulders, and my cum dripping down her thighs. It’s fucking perfect.

“We just desecrated our ceremony spot.” Her voice is a low whisper but there is humor underlying the serious words.

“That just makes it better. This garden is made for sin.” I kiss her hair and tuck a stray strand behind her ear.

“That can’t be true. It’s such a beautiful place.”

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