Page 50 of Christmas Candy

I flinched when her heat was gone, and I wanted to climb on top of her and go again. Especially since I knew this was my last chance to have her before the wedding. She was staying with her aunt tonight to get ready and keep with tradition of the groom not seeing the bride.

I rolled over on my side and raised up on my elbow, drinking in her reclining form. Gorgeous, curvy woman. I still couldn’t believe she’d agreed to be mine.

“I can’t believe we did that. Your mom!” She cringed.

I laughed. “She’ll get over it. Besides, you were telling the truth. You were definitely coming.”

She slapped at my arm. “Bad man.”

“Your bad man.” I kissed her, gently now.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and returned the kiss, pressing her breasts into my chest. I clutched her waist.

She broke the kiss and scooted away.

“I have to go.” She tried for a sterner tone as I pulled her back to me. “No sir. Not again.”

I dropped one more kiss on her swollen lips. “Fine. If you must.”

“Yes.” She sat up and stood, as if that would keep her from me. I could sling her back onto the bed and have her moaning again in seconds.

Instead, I lay back and watched her walk to the bathroom. She cleaned up and donned a new set of panties before heading back to the bedroom door.

I went to her, giving her another long kiss. “Next time I see you, shit’s gonna get real, wildcat.”

She gave me a radiant smile that made my heart warm. “I know, and then you’re mine.”

I placed her delicate hand over my heart. “I’m already yours. Always have been, just didn’t know it.”

Tears sparkled in her eyes and I dropped another quick kiss on her lips before shooing her out the door. I never wanted to see her cry, even if they were tears of joy. I loved her too damn much.

I followed her to the elevator, unable to keep my hands off her even for a second. She laughed as I cupped her ass and gave it a good squeeze as the doors opened. Another peck on my lips and she was on the elevator.

“Try and behave yourself, Michael.” She simpered, as if daring me to take her again. She drove me crazy.

“See you at the church, soon to beMrs. Williams.” I grinned as the elevator doors shut.

Jess

My bridesmaidsand I spent the day at the spa. I thought it would be the most relaxing way to pregame before the wedding, though I couldn’t help but wonder what Michael was doing. Even as the massage therapist expertly worked every bit of stress from my muscles, I wished Michael’s hands were on me instead.

“Jess, honey?” Daisy, my best friend from law school and maid of honor stood next to me as I lay face down on the massage table. I recognized the butterfly tattoo on the top of her foot.

“Mmm?” I felt like I was floating, weightless from the hour-long massage, as the soothing music played low in the background.

“We have to get going. We have more appointments.” She tapped her foot.

“What more appointments?” My voice was muffled by the massage table. “We’ve been here all day. I’ve been waxed, facialed, buffed, manicured, pedicured, massaged, and god knows what else.”

“We have a little something fun planned for tonight.” She giggled.

I craned my neck around so I could look up at her. She was tall with long blonde hair and deep brown eyes, and currently naked.

I rolled my eyes. “There are robes, Daisy. How about you try one?”

She put her hands on her hips. “If you got it, flaunt it.”

“Whatever.” I arched an eyebrow. “Whatfunare you talking about?” I’d specified over and over that I wanted no crazy bachelorette party. But Daisy was something of a wild card—one of the main reasons we’d become fast friends in law school.

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