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Mal
The reception—convenientlyat our hotel's restaurant—is the perfect mix of laugher, congratulations, champagne, cake, and dancing with Lacey inmyarms.
Even so, I'm very fucking glad to bid our friends and family goodbye and whisk Lacey to thelobby.
We don't have to stop at the front desk. I already have our room key. It's a good thing, because I can't wait an extra few minutes to makehercome.
This isofficial.
It'sforever.
She'smine.
I pull her into the open elevator and push the button for ourfloor.
She looks up at me, her dark eyes filled with joy. "This is… Wait? Why am I talking?" She wraps her arms around my neck. "Kissme."
"I want to hear what you were gonna say." I place my hands on her hips and pin her to theelevator.
"Mal, this…" She arches her back, rubbing her crotch against mine. "It'sperfect."
My smile spreads over myears. "Yeah?"
"Everything." She presses her palm against my chest. "You, in your suit. And the hot pink flowers, and the salmon and kale, and the carrot cake, and the champagne. And… you look amazing inthatsuit."
"You look like anangel,baby."
"Really?"
"Incredible." I bring one hand to her chest and trace the neckline of her dress. "Sexyashell."
Her smile is equal partsfuck meandfuck yeah. She drags her fingers through my hair as she leans in to my touch. "Wait until you see what'sunderit."
I tug at her skirt toteaseher.
She laughs and pulls me closer. "I like these wedges. I don't have to get to my tiptoes to kiss you." She leans in and presses her lipstomine.
She tastes like cake and likeLacey.
Fuck, I need to beinsideher.
I need her groans inmyears.
I can't wait foranything.
I drag my lips down her cheek and over her neck. "You're irresistible. You knowthat,baby?"
"Yeah?"
"Fuckyes."
The elevator dings. The doors pull open. A good thing. She deserves better than a fuck in theelevator.
I slide my arm around her waist and whisk her into thehallway.
She giggles as she leans in to my touch. "You're in a rush, Mr.Strong."