Page 16 of Accidentally Marrying the Best Man
He turns me to face him. “I’m proud of you, you know. For showing up here ready to fight your ghosts.”
I look up at him, finally feeling the last sticky strands of old, useless shame unravel.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I say. “Thank you for helping me fight my ghosts.”
Nick smiles, brushing my cheek with the back of his hand. “Anytime, Charlotte.” Then, quieter: “I’ll always fight by your side, no matter what battles you face.”
Below, the ballroom thrums on—old patterns, old rivalries, all of it smaller from this distance.
Nick puts his arm around me, and I lean into his warm solid body.
Here I am, standing on the terrace of the Grand Mirabelle, married to the boy I never thought I’d have. To the man that’s been at my side for an entire boring work party.
He dips his head and kisses me, sending sparks of awareness through my body. “Want to get out of here?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” I sigh into his mouth.
He grabs my hand, and we walk toward the lobby and the suite we’ve rented for the night.
Chapter 7
NICK
We ride the elevator to the suite in silence. The air sizzles between us, but by silent agreement we don’t touch, letting the anticipation build. Inside the room, the city lights outside blur into soft halos through the sheer curtains, cocooning us in a private world where only we exist.
Charlotte and I.
I’ll never tire of those words.
She’s facing away from me, but turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. “Help with the zipper?”
My fingers fumble as I grasp the small clasp and pull it down. The fire engine-red material splits, revealing her bare back…and then her bare ass. She’s not wearing a stitch of underwear. Not even panties. “Fuck, Charlotte.” My cock presses against the front of my pants.
She gives me a siren smile and glides over to the bed. Leaning back on her elbows, she bends her legs, keeping her heels together while the knees fall to the sides. Her legs form a butterfly, with my favorite treasure between the wings.
She’s a challenge and a promise all at once. The way her eyes lock onto mine tightens my chest in a way I hadn’t expected. From our wedding night, I suspected she likes being dominated. But now, the way she’s surrendering while issuing a blatant invitation, it’s really clear. The trust she gives me without reservation ignites something fierce inside me.
No hesitations. No defenses. Just us.
I move in slowly, tracing her curves with my hands. Memorizing the shape of the body I’ve worshiped over the last few nights. Every inch of her is a revelation, a landscape I’ll never tire of exploring. And I can’t wait to see her belly grow after I’ve filled her with my seed.
Her breath catches as I caress the skin on the inside of her thighs. I circle closer and closer to her pussy, never quite touching it but finding all the spots that make her shiver. The places where she craves my control and care.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, voice rough, the dominant edge softened only by the raw love that pulses in my veins.
“Always,” she whispers, bucking her hips, trying to put her pussy in the path of my fingers.
The single word unleashes the restraints I’ve put on my desire, and I growl as I tear off my clothes. My cock is thick and erect for her.
Without breaking eye contact, I fist it, squeezing it until a pearl of pre-cum glistens at the tip. “I’m riding you bare, tonight.” It’s not a question.
It’s not an order.
It’s what’s going to happen.
Her eyes drop to my dick, and she licks her lips. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I jerk my fist down my cock, and her eyes trace the same path.
