Page 12 of Merry Little Wedding

“Yes. And I’m clean.”

“Good. Me too, honey.”

Honey. That’s so much better than, what was it…baby swan? I bite the smile off my lip.

“I’m not going to be very gentle with you tonight,” he pants between kisses.

“Do whatever you want.”

He spreads my legs, licking his lips as his eyes trail down my body. I need him inside me right—now. And it’s like he can read my mind, because he holds the thick head of his steel cock at my entrance and pushes deep with one thrust, stretching and filling me. “Fuck…shit,” he groans out.

He grinds his hips against mine. I latch onto him. We push and pull, tugging and holding onto each other.

“Don’t stop,” I whimper over and over. My body is thrumming with a desire so intense, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. He peppers kisses below my earlobe, all along my jaw and down my neck and ends at my nipple.

“Christ…I love your tits,” Boone worships against my skin, nibbling the hard peak, as he hits that secret spot inside me. I feel my body rise and fall, his rhythm towing me closer and closer and closer to tumbling over the height of sensation, and he’s right there too. Boone’s riding this wave with me. His body goes taut, and my legs tighten around his waist, my fists in the sheets, ankles locked against his butt, my hips jerking up to meet his thrusts.

“Take it, honey. Take my cock.” He pumps harder, hammering into me with determination. “You’re so tight. So wet. God, Aurora, you feel so good. You make my dick feel soo good.”

I drag my fingernails down his back, digging them in as my body gets close to shattering all around him.

“Come for me, sweet girl.”

“Yes…”

“I want to feel your cum on my dick.” He keeps pumping, fucking me into the headboard as it pounds the wall. “Let me feel that little pussy get off on me.”

His dirty talk sends me over the edge. I come and come, breathing out of control.

He groans, thrusting faster, deeper, his hardness meeting more of my wetness. I’m still coming when Boone’s orgasm rips through him. Still coming when he ambles down to press the flat of his tongue to my pulsating seam.

“Damn. Dammit,” Boone keens, lapping it up. Blue eyes smiling at mine. “I licked you, honey. You know what that means?”

“Hmm, Boone.”

“It means you’re mine.”

“Yes,” I grin, my eyelids shuttering, my arms spreading out at my sides. I feel like submitting. Feel so…replete. Complete. Boone crawls back up to me to lay side by side. We’re both breathing heavy, still. My head rolls over to take in the view. The white sheet clinging low on his hips, leaving his spectacular back on display. Corded muscles ripple beneath skin my fingers already itch to touch again, so I do.

Boone looks over at me. Opens his eyes. Lazily grins. “Hey.”

“Hi.” I move to get up and he pulls me to him, wrapping his arm around my back, opening his chest, where I promptly decide to lay my head.

“Where’re you going?” His voice is deep, threatening, and raw from sex, and sends a shot of adrenaline racing through me. “Stay here with me, honey. Unless, do you have to go pee?”

“In a minute.”

There’s more to say. So we catch our breaths. And then we say them. Boone is more and more comfortable opening up. I watch, admiringly, as he stretches a muscled arm over his head.

God, the man issexy. No you know what, heissex. Shit.

“For years I accepted that I would someday run the company,” he is saying, “I embraced it, looked forward to the challenge. It would mean less personal client work, more overseeing everyone else. Making the big decisions from the top instead of feeling the impact of them directly.”

I listen closely, intently. Like I’m interested because Iam. Between the accident and his dad dying too young, I totally get it. Boone has every reasonnotto want to run that empire.

“I meant to only take a short time off but I started to love my new life. The nightclub. The beach.” His hand lowers, finding mine, fettering it. My heart is fettered, too. “And then I met you.”

“Why don’t you tell your family the truth?”

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