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It took her a few seconds to comply, straining to lift her head to a different angle to be able to keep his cock in her mouth while looking up into his dark grey eyes.
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. Truly, Reagan. You’re absolutely perfect.”
His words warmed her from the inside out. She felt his cock pulsing as salty cum shot down her throat. She fought to swallowdown each spurt of warmth, thrilled to watch the ecstasy contorting Elijah’s features as he orgasmed.
After letting his softening cock slip from her mouth, Reagan laid her cheek against his thigh, gasping for air while she enjoyed him stroking her long hair.
God, she’d missed this. Not just the sex, but this feeling of peace. Comfort. Intimacy. She’d known it in Vegas, but tonight there was no denying it. She’d never felt as close to another man—not even her husband. It was as if there was an invisible rope tethering her to the man before her, and she knew with a rare clarity that she never wanted to sever that tie to Elijah.
Still breathless, Elijah lifted her chin to look up into his eyes again. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice rough with satisfaction and emotion. “That was fantastic.”
Reagan smiled, feeling more content than she had in weeks. Tomorrow she’d go back to work, back to the real world. But tonight, under the stars in Elijah’s backyard, everything felt perfect.
And for the first time since Vegas, she truly believed they were going to make it. At least she prayed they would because without a doubt, she knew losing Elijah would wreck her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
REAGAN
Reagan had never seen Meena look more beautiful. Standing in front of the minister in her flowing ivory gown, her best friend was practically glowing as she exchanged vows with Asher. The joy radiating from both of them was infectious, and Reagan found herself tearing up despite having promised herself she wouldn’t cry and ruin her makeup.
From her position in the bridal party at the altar, she caught sight of Elijah sitting in the fifth row, looking devastatingly handsome in his charcoal gray suit. Even from this distance, she could see he was watching her more than the ceremony, and the heat in his gaze made her pulse quicken.
The past two weeks had been a delicate dance of rebuilding their relationship while navigating new routines. She’d gone back to work, splitting her time between her own apartment and Elijah’s house, depending on her schedule. On her days off, she’d drive him to physical therapy appointments when Nalani wasn’t available, and they’d fallen back into the comfortable domesticity that had marked his recovery week.
They’d also had sex twice, despite Dr. Jennings not officially clearing his patient for sexual activity yet. As a nurse, Reagan felt guilty about ignoring medical advice, but as a woman who’dbeen starved for Elijah’s touch, she didn’t feel guilty enough to say no when he’d seduced her.
But despite their growing intimacy, there was still a massive elephant in the room that neither of them had addressed. Elijah still had not returned to work, and more importantly, they still hadn’t talked about what his job entailed. Reagan had been looking for the right moment to bring up Black Light, but every time she’d started to broach the subject, it had felt awkward and presumptuous. How did you casually mention to a dungeon master that you’d been researching BDSM for weeks?
Tonight felt like it might be her last chance. Elijah was scheduled to return to work the following Wednesday night, and that milestone felt like an expiration date on their current arrangement. Once he went back to working nights and weekends while she worked days, their time together would be severely limited.
Not to mention the even more practical problem she was avoiding. Meena and Asher had graciously invited her to stay in their apartment after the wedding, but Reagan knew newlyweds needed their space. She’d halfheartedly started apartment hunting online, but everything she could afford on her own was depressing, and the thought of living with strangers felt like a huge step backward.
If only her and Elijah’s relationship was on firmer ground, she might consider discussing moving in together. But they hadn’t even tackled the Black Light conversation yet, let alone talked about a long-term future. No, it was way too soon for that.
“You may kiss the bride,” the officiant announced, pulling Reagan from her spiraling thoughts.
As Asher dipped Meena for a dramatic kiss, the congregation erupted in cheers and applause. Reagan felt her heart swell with happiness for her best friend, even as a tiny voice in her head wondered if she’d ever have a moment like this with Elijah.
Stop borrowing trouble. One hard conversation at a time.
The reception was held in the same venue, and after the cocktail hour filled with photos and receiving lines meant for hugs and congratulations, Reagan found herself at the head table next to the groom while Elijah was seated with the other wedding party plus-ones at table six. She’d worried about him being stuck with strangers, but when she glanced over during dinner, he was deep in animated conversation with the other men at his table, gesturing with his hands as he told what appeared to be an entertaining story.
Her chest warmed at the sight. Everyone had simply accepted him as her boyfriend, and the ease with which he’d integrated into her social circle was yet another sign that they were compatible in all the ways that mattered.
“Earth to Reagan,” Meena’s voice broke through her observations, leaning forward to talk around her new husband. “You’re staring at your man pretty intensely over there.”
Reagan felt her cheeks warm. “Sorry. I was just checking to make sure he was okay. I was worried about him being stuck with people he didn’t know.”
“He looks like he’s holding his own just fine,” Asher commented with a grin. “I can hear him laughing from here.What’s he do for work again?”
The question she hated receiving. “He manages a club,” Reagan said carefully, taking a bite to avoid saying more. It wasn’t technically a lie.
“Cool. Restaurant, workout, or entertainment-type club?” Asher tacked on, taking a bite of his potatoes.
“Entertainment,” she replied, then quickly changed the subject. “This salmon is incredible. Where did you guys find your caterer?”
If her friends noticed her rush to divert their attention away from Elijah’s career, they didn’t call her out. Instead they turned the conversation back to other wedding guests.
