Page 69 of It Happened Duo

It didn’t matter where I woke up, though, as long as Chelsea slept in my arms. Careful not to disturb her, I shifted slightly, listening to her deep breathing continue without a stir. She needed rest.

The pace of things lately had been unreal. Once she finished negotiating with the TV station for four shows about our wedding, suddenly cameras were everywhere, following us around.

Her producer, India, was the devil herself. While Chelsea and I went into this with a vision of studio interviews, the little Beetlejuice insisted on filming us reality TVstyle. One week in, and suddenly my bathroom became my only haven to get away from prying cameras.

We agreed, with a few months left before the wedding, to catch random wedding planning scenes. They’d film us doing four particular things: selecting the cake, the flowers, her gown, and my tuxedo. Plus, we’d allow the cameras in to film some of our wedding day. They even had an online poll on the morning show where viewers could vote on certain things.

My buddies and groomsmen had a bet going to see how long it would take me to get pissed about all the intrusions. But they were wrong. If this advanced Chelsea’s career and star status as a TV personality, then I was the best, most supportive partner.

Surprisingly, Miriam obliged the cameras intruding on the wedding plans, too. As if her status among her friends wasn’t already solidly at the top echelon, her star status appearing in these episodes increased it. I had no idea how much my mother craved being in front of the camera.

Escaping for a couple of days to Holly Creek would normally be a resting retreat for Chelsea and me, but once we woke up today, we faced a jam-packed schedule. Which was why I hoped to linger in bed as long as possible.

“Morning,” she whispered and awoke, her lips moving along my pecs. When they continued to leave a trail of kisses heading south, blood rushed quickly to my groin and she pushed me onto my back. Between my legs, she settled herself, taking up my thickening shaft and fondling my full balls.

“I don’t recall this being on India’s approved agenda for today’s filming,” I teased, sliding my fingers into her mess of curls, marveling at her auburn locks against my tanned skin.

“Maybe I have my own secret agenda.” She winked a sleepy eye at me, and her tongue swirled around my head.

“Don’t let me stop you from pursuing it.” I pushed my hips up, guiding her mouth deeper on me. She took all of me into her throat and hollowed her cheeks. “Yes, Sweetness. I don’t know what I did to deserve this type of wake up today, but thank you.”

“You’re only the best boyfriend?—”

“Soon to be husband,” I interrupted.

“—in the entire world. Thanks for putting up with this crazy filming schedule.”

“Anything for you, in fact…” I attempted to shift her onto her back to demonstrate I meantanything,but she wasn’t having it, forcing me to stay in place.

“No, Rex. Let me worship you. Later tonight, you can take good care of me.” She resumed sucking me so well.

“I’ll give you a million dollars to stop.” I froze. Where the fuck did that come from?

My mind spun to my last conversation with Richard and the weight of the prenup still hanging over my head. Mom’s lawyers had even left a voice mail for me wanting a copy of the signed document to add into the family trust records. Of course, I didn’t have one and Chelsea had no clue about it.

Was this my subconscious creating a little test for Chelsea to gauge her reaction? I held my breath.

Her sultry chuckles escaped between swirls of hertongue licking me. “I think I’m already in possession of a billion dollar cock. No amount of monetary offer can top this.”

My relief and smile couldn’t have split my face harder, as I held onto her head and guided her pace. New York City hadn’t changed her from the small-town girl who took pride and worked hard chasing her own dreams. While I intended for my wealth to make the rest of her life easier, I couldn’t see her ever turning into a money-grabbing bitch named Janet.

I shoved all thoughts of the prenup aside, in absolute heaven with my bride right now, and I growled while her sucks and licks brought me to a mind-blowing quick climax. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself at her billion dollar cock comment. When she swallowed every drop of me, the image sprang to mind of liquid gold swimming down her throat like a river into her stomach.

She lifted, kneeling between my thighs, and swept her bottom lip with her thumb. My eyes drifted up and down her nude body. From the swell of her breasts to the apex of her thighs, some higher power designed every inch of her creamy skin and curves to please me.

I pulled her down and quickly hovered over her. “My turn.”

“But the alarm is about to go off. I have to shower and be ready for the hair and makeup artist in twenty minutes.” Her words put up resistance. But her chuckle, her lips on my neck, and her legs spreading, letting me in, suggested I continue my pursuit of her.

“Fuck the schedule. I think I can put a better glow on your cheeks than they can. Besides, you know by now I get what I want. Every. Time.” My lips blazed a trail down her body until I reached her clit. “Now relax, my little star. Let me get you good and ready for the camera today.”

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CAKE EATER

REX

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