Page 109 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“I do,” she said. “I always have and always will.”

“Good,” he said. “Now we can proceed with our night.”

She laughed. “It’s only five.”

They’d gotten married earlier in the day, had their celebration and everyone had the night to themselves. Their jet was taking off at ten tomorrow. They were stopping in Philadelphia and dropping the Jansens off rather than having to get another flight from Boston home. He arranged for one of Egan’s pilots to bring Spencer home via helicopter rather than wait in airports.

“And I’m going to use every bit of the night to show you what a honeymoon could be like. I wish we could have more than this night.”

“Well,” she said, “if we didn’t have a rushed wedding, we could have planned it better.”

“I’d like us to go away for a long weekend before the baby comes,” he said. “We’ll talk about it this week and look at our schedules.”

“I’d like that,” she said. “Now put me down before you break your back.”

He laughed. “You’re light as a feather. Don’t insult me.”

He moved over to the bed and dropped her down on purpose, then flopped down on top of her.

“You could have just jiggled your child doing that.”

She was laughing when his mouth landed on hers. “It’s more like jiggling all the gummy bears you ate.”

“Guilty,” she said. “I’m going to need some help getting out of this dress.”

He stood up and then reached his hand out to help her up. The dress was stunning on her. The first time he’d seen her dressed up too.

But to him, she was the angel that was her name and would always be. There was this glow around her making her stand out more than anyone else in the room.

She turned her back on him, he reached for the pearl buttons and started to undo them one by one.

When he parted them away, he saw that she didn’t have a bra on.

“Do you have underwear on?” he asked, pulling the dress out a bit and trying to look down. “Shit. Is that a thong?”

“It is,” she said. “And let me tell you, it’s not that comfortable, but I slipped it on about an hour ago.”

“Huh?” he asked.

“I had it in my little purse. When I went to the bathroom I changed into it. I thought you might like it more than something else sexy, though I’ve got something else to show you too.”

His head was spinning. “I only need you,” he said.

“You’ll get that plus some sexy clothes. I’ve got a thong for you too.”

“No,” he said, finishing with the last button. She stepped out of the dress and his eyes went to her bare ass cheeks, then she spun around and he saw the front was just a tiny swatch of lace. “I draw the line at that along with carrying a purse for you.”

“Fine,” she said, giving an exaggerated sigh.

Her hands pushed his navy suit jacket off his shoulders, then went for the buttons on his white shirt. His tie had been ditched a while ago. The jacket too, but he’d put it on when they were coming to the room.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked. Her eyes were glued to his chest.

“You’ve got such a body on you. I think to myself that I’ve dreamed about this for years and here I am living it now.”

“You are,” he said. “We are together.”

Her hands went for his pants, undid them quickly and lowered them. While he was kicking everything away, she went down on her knees in front of him.

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