Page 44 of Too Good to be True

“I have a surprise for you, Mrs. Moore.”

“Mrs. Moore!” I repeat. “I can’t believe we’re really married.” I hold my hand out, admiring the three-and-a-half-carat wedding band that sparkles even more than my engagement ring. Or my promise ring.

“You’re mine. To have and to hold and to sexually harass for as long as we both shall live.”

“That’s not how the vows went.”

“But it’s what they mean,” he teases, his eyes twinkling. I know that look. He’s up to something.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I narrow my eyes at him.

“Tonight is special. I want to make sure you remember it.”

My eyes cloud over as I look at him in his tux. He’s only grown more handsome over the year since we first met. “Every minute with you is memorable. I’m so happy. I didn’t think real love and happiness like this existed.”

He runs his thumb over my bottom lip before crushing my mouth with his. His tongue pushes past my lips with need and hunger. I feel the effect of his greedy kiss in my belly and between my legs. “I never thought love and sex like this existed,” he says, coming up for air.

He unzips the back of my dress and helps me step out of it. I’m in a white bustier, thong, and thigh-high stockings. Looking up at him through my eyelashes, I run my hand over the bulge in his pants.

“Are you ready to make it official and consummate our marriage, Mr. Moore?”

He shakes his head. “Not yet. I have a surprise.”

“What kind of surprise?”

We’re interrupted by a knock on the door. Tim smiles before he turns and answers it.

Mortified, I grab my dress to hold up against my body and run into the bathroom. “Honey, your surprise is here.”

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“Amassage table? What’sthat for?” I ask, returning to the room as Tim covers the table with a white sheet in the living area of the suite.

“A massage, what else?” My husband answers, his eyes twinkling.

“We’re getting massages?”

Tim shakes his head. “You’re getting a massage. I’m the one giving it. Now, what have I told you about covering up that hot body?” He says, helping me slip out of my dress again and tossing it to the ground.

He lifts me by the back of my thighs and sets me down at the edge of the table. “You are a dream come true, Mrs. Moore.” He whispers before engaging me in a deep kiss that makes me forget all about the promised massage. “I promise to work every day to make all your dreams come true.”

I watch my husband toss his tux jacket on the bed, along with his cuff links, and roll up his shirt sleeves. I melt with unbridled desire, waiting for his hands to work their magic on my body.

“You already have.”

He shakes his head, the playful glint evident in his eyes. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Tim’s warm lips caress me as his hands get busy shedding my remaining clothes. Once I’m naked, he drenches his hands with the oil.

“I want you nice and relaxed for what’s coming next.”

Tim’s mouth works its way from my shoulders and neck, down my back, all the way down. My body tenses, realizing I’m vulnerable and at his mercy. I don’t worry, though. I know my husband might push my limits, but I’m safe with him.

His hands work my muscles over, putting me in a trance, my body more relaxed than I ever remember.

“I owe you so much, Bailey. You’re my partner, my best friend, and now my wife.” He whispers, turning me over and dousing my chest in oil. “Moore Weddings wouldn’t be the success it is without you.”

“It’s all you. It was your idea. You started it. I’m just a supporting actor.” He lifts my leg and works the tired muscles in my calf.

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