Page 94 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

I open Iris’s door for her and pick her up in my arms, bridal style.

“Trevor, you don’t have to carry me.”

“You’re my bride. Of course, I do. It’s tradition.”

I carry Iris inside, over the threshold of our home.

My heart swells for the hundredth time today, looking into her beaming face with more love than I ever thought possible for a person. “Welcome home.”

Iris kisses me, then rests her head on my shoulder.

I kiss her forehead. “Want me to take you to bed, baby?”

“Please.”

They aren’t lying when they say your wedding day is the greatest day of your life. Most exhausting too. I don’t think either of us has energy to “consummate” the marriage.

However, as evidenced by Iris’s baby bump, we won’t have a problem with that in the future.

I carry her up the stairs and place her in bed. “You want me to get you ready for bed?”

I’d take great pleasure in peeling her wedding dress off her and giving her good-night kisses all over her body.

Iris pulls me into her arms, kissing me…and kissing me.

Doesn’t feel like a good night kiss. Feels like much more than that. Though I’m not going to assume. My new wife needs her rest more than ever these days.

When our mouths part, Iris whispers, “I have a present for you.”

“You do?”

Iris smiles, biting on her lower lip. “Yes.”

She kisses me again.

I lose myself as her tongue swirls around mine and her hands scrape down my shoulder blades. Before I realize what’s happening, I’m on my back, Iris’s hips pinned on mine.

“Ris, what are you doing?”

Iris lifts her head, laughing. It’s a melody. The best song I’ve ever heard.

She places her hands against my chest. Shadows create a blue cast over her face, her pink hair looking lilac in the dark.

“You wait here…” she says, sultry smoke in her voice. “And I’ll get your present.”

I rub her thighs where her dress has ridden up. “You mean, you sitting right here on top of me isn’t the present?”

She walks her fingers up my chest. “You’re too horny for your own good.”

“You’re too beautiful foryourown good.” I move my hand up to her stomach.

“Ah-ah-ah! If you start doing that, we both know you’re not going to be able to stop.” Iris hops off the bed.

My lap goes cold. Except for the blood rushing to my cock. “Not fair.”

“We both know you are inlovewith the bump, baby.” Iris sways her hips with purpose as she disappears into the bathroom.

I grab my cock through my pants, readjusting it. Not that it helps my arousal. Just reminds me it’s there. “Don’t be long.”

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