Page 49 of Icing the Enemy

When we break the kiss, his friends clap and raise their glasses. Winnie pronounces us man and wife, and Corbin says, “Mrs. Shearer, may I have this dance?”

My stomach flutters when he laces his fingers through mine, and the stereo system plays,She’s My Everything, by Brad Paisley, and I suck in a deep breath as he twirls me into his chest. I’m so overwhelmed with emotion but somehow, I ask, “Did you pick the music?”

“I did. Do you like it?”

“Thank you for making this feel…”

“Real. It is real. We’re married. Come here,” he says, holding me close, moving me around the edge of the pool.

When the song is over, the crew passes out more champagne. “Do you have a liquor store in your basement?” I question Stinson before Corbin hands me a stem. They insist that we lace our arms through each other before we take a drink. We both down the golden bubbles. Now that we’ve done this, we may need some liquid courage.

Everyone joins us for dancing. We change partners like we’re square dancing in elementary school. I watch him dance with other women, and I don’t feel jealous. Why? Because every time I glance over at him—he’s focused on me. I feel a blush creep up and over my skin.

Corbin steps back from Chloe when the last song plays. “Since we only get the weekend for our honeymoon, we’re going to head out.”

“We can’t drive. No one can.”

“Don’t worry, I ordered a driver from the car service.”

As Corbin and I make our way through the sparkling path, from what must be leftover sparklers from July 4th, I can't help but feel like a celebrity. It's like something out of a movie, walking hand in hand with my new husband as people I barely know cheer and wave sparklers in celebration and possiblydrunkenness. However, amidst all the momentary excitement, I must remember that is all for show.

None of it is for us.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

corbin

“Your friends are fuuuunnn,”she stammers as the limo driver closes the door. “And you… you’re hot.” Oakley snakes her hand around my thigh, coming dangerously close to a heat-seeking missile in my pants. “Who knew you could let loose and be spontaneous?”

Her fingers dip into the crevice between my thigh and groin, lightly grazing against one side of my ever-hardening erection. Sucking in a deep breath, I lay my hand over hers in an attempt to stop her from taking this any further, but when I do, she roams up and on the bulge.

“Oakley,” I strain.

She swings her leg over my body, straddling me.

“Oakley.” I’m not sure I even finished saying her name. My self-control has taken a backseat to my sexy wife.

“Bucket list,” she rasps out. “Can you help me?”

“Fuck, baby. This is…”

“Undeniable?”

I can’t argue with that; we’ve been dancing around this attraction since the day we met. My hands sweep up her legs to her ass, urging her to take what she wants. Then with one handon the back of her neck, I bring her mouth to mine in a feral kiss. It’s raw and hungry. She responds by rolling her tongue around mine, then we part. Is this the moment she decides this could get ugly? But then her fingers skim up my neck into my hair as she comes in for seconds.

Desperate for her touch, I pull her as close as possible, and we can’t get enough of each other. Hard, bruising kisses while she grinds over my dick. God, I could go off at any second with our clothes on, and I have every reason to believe that Oakley would never let me live it down.

“Are you as big as you feel?” she pants as I let her bottom lip loose.

The car comes to a stop, and I’ve never been so glad to be home. “Let’s go.” She rolls off me, and I situate myself as much as I can before the driver opens our door.

The time it takes to get into my house, our house, gives us time to reconsider what we’re doing. I know having sex with her once won’t be enough and when this is over, I could be the one who’s devastated.

But what does Oakley do? She jumps on my back as I’m pressing the code into the keypad. Her laugh is like scoring a last-second goal to win against a rival opponent. It’s pure bliss.

With her arms wrapped around me from behind, Oakley nips at my neck, sucking. Damn, she’s irresistible. We get inside, and I roll her to my front where we’re face to face. Her legs are crossed behind my waist.

The house is dark except for a lamp on the far side of the living room. I sit on the couch, bringing her with me in the same position as in the limo. We stare into each other’s eyes and even though darkness blankets the room, there’s enough light that I can see her eyes.

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