Page 49 of Curvy Love

“You’re ridiculous.”

“No, I am a man who only has eyes for his wife.”

“Wife,” I repeat, rolling the word around on my tongue. “I like the sound of that.”

“It doesn’t make you feel like I’m infringing on your independence?”

I nearly laugh, until I realize he’s serious, then I shake my head. “Nothing you do does. We’re partners. You respect my need to do things on my own.” I swallow, unable to put into words how much his respect means to me. Since I can’t say it out loud, I make a joke instead. “And I give excellent blow jobs.” I give him a wink.

He chuckles. “You give amazing blow jobs.” He spins me around, then looks at something behind me and growls.

“What is the matter?” I ask.

“My sister is dancing.”

“Oh, no! I forgot to tell Fiona that we had a very strict, ‘no sisters are allowed to have fun’ policy for our wedding.”

“Har, har. It’s not the dancing. It’s her dance partner.”

He turns us on the floor so I can see.”

“Oh isn’t that Brody?”

“Yes, it’s Brody. He knows better than to flirt with my sister. Look at him smiling at her like that,” Ezra hisses.

“Okay big brother, calm your jets. Let’s keep in mind for a moment that they’re both adults. Also they’re just dancing.”

“But he is one of my players and she is my sister.”

“You know what? Come with me.” I grab his hand and pull him off the dance floor, then lead him out the door and all the way to the room I used earlier to get ready.

“Where are we going?” he asks.

“You’ll see.” Once I pull him into the bridal suite, I lock the door behind me. I lead him over to the carpeted area, grab a pillow off the sofa and toss it on the floor. “You are way too tense. And you shouldn’t be tense on your wedding day.” I fall to my knees on the pillow.

He groans. “What are you doing?”

I unzip his pants, not bothering to unbutton them. He’s already semi hard and it doesn’t take much to pull his cock out of his boxers. “Besides, it’s only fair since you ate me before I walked down the aisle.”

“Fuck, Paisley.” His hands go to my shoulders.

My mouth waters at the sight of his long, thick erection pointing directly at me. I lean forward and swirl my tongue around the tip.

He hisses.

I grip the base of his shaft then suck the tip into my mouth. I don’t want to go slow. I want to suck him off quickly to clear his mind. I take as much of him into my mouth as I can, sucking and licking and his growls and groans are so damn sexy.

His hands move to my hair, but he doesn’t hold or guide my head in any way. He’s just rubbing my scalp and caressing my face while I bob my head up and down.

“Goddamn, Paisley, it’s so fucking good.”

I cup his balls and squeeze a little while I rub my tongue back and forth across his frenulum.

“I’m going to come.” He swears again, then his salty release shoots into my throat. I greedily swallow him down.

He cups my cheek and then helps me to my feet. Then he gives me a goofy smile. “You’re the best.”

“I just love you and want us to have a good time. Ready to go back and dance some more?”

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