Page 179 of Babies for the Big Shot
Whatever happens next, whatever challenges, obstacles, or absurd moments we face, I am exactly where I’m meant to be. With her. Here. In the middle of this beautifully imperfect life.
And with that, she pulls me in for a kiss, sealing the moment, sealing us, in a way that feels so complete that nothing else seems to matter.
We’ve been married for hours now, but the chaos of the day, the scattered flower petals, the impromptu diaper changes, the frantic laughter, still hasn’t fully settled.
The moment I slipped the ring onto Sara’s finger, I think I knew this was the beginning of something bigger than a wedding. This was the start of the rest of our crazy, beautiful life together.
And now? We’re here. Alone. In a honeymoon suite.
Evelyn, bless her heart, volunteered to take the triplets for the night. I didn’t even have to beg. Well, maybe a little. But she agreed, and maybe even seemed a little eager.
I look over at Sara as she slips out of her wedding dress, her smile still lingering like it’s a secret between us. The dress lands in a heap on the floor, and she moves toward the bed in that way of hers, effortlessly graceful, even though her hair’s a mess from the day, and her makeup’s smudged.
But she’s more beautiful than ever.
She sits on the edge of the bed, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “You know, I thought I’d love this.”
I raise an eyebrow, moving closer. “Love what?”
She gestures around the room, at the bottle of champagne chilling on the side, the bed that’s too big for just two people, the soft flicker of candles.
“The quiet. But it just feels… strange.”
I smile, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “It’s only until the morning.”
She looks up at me, those eyes of hers holding a little mischief now, the tension of the day finally starting to slip away.
“Well, if it’s only until morning…” She reaches for my hand, pulling me onto the bed beside her. “We should start with getting some of that uninterrupted quiet time.”
The moment our lips meet, the floodgates open, everything, all the pent-up need, the longing, the urgency we’ve both held back for so long, explodes between us. Her lips are soft, but there’s fire in the way she kisses me, a hunger that’s mirrored in every touch, every movement.
I pull her closer, my hands finding their way to the curve of her back, slipping under the fabric of her dress, and she gasps against my mouth.
That sound, low and needy, makes my heart race.
It’s been too long. Too damn long. And now, with nothing between us but skin and fire, I can’t stop myself.
I pull back for a moment, eyes meeting hers, dark, full of desire, and she looks like she’s been waiting for this, waiting for me to lose control.
“Nick…” Her voice cracks, the tension hanging in the air with electricity, and I need to hear her say it again.
“Say it,” I rasp, fingers slipping down her side to the hem of her dress, pulling it higher, exposing the soft skin of her thighs.
“Nick, I need you…” she whispers, her breath warm against my lips. And I can’t take it anymore.
Without a word, I grab her by the wrists, pulling them above her head, pinning them to the bed. Her gasp vibrates through me, but I don’t let her move, don’t let her control anything. Not tonight.
“Don’t move,” I command, my voice rough, sending a shiver through her.
She nods, her chest rising and falling with quickened breath, eyes full of heat and hunger. I let go of her wrists for a second, only to push her legs open gently, my knee coming between them, pressing her back onto the bed.
The air is thick with tension, the weight of what’s coming making the whole room close in around us. I drop my head, mouth hovering inches from her ear.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sara,” I whisper, my lips brushing against the soft curve of her neck. “I can’t wait to ruin you. My wife…”
Her body arches against me, a soft moan escaping her lips, and my grip tightens on her thighs, holding her still as I take my time, teasing, tasting. My fingers skim her body, grazing over the lace of her underwear, pulling it aside slowly, feeling the heat radiating from her.
When I press my thumb over her clit, she jerks beneath me at the sudden contact.
