Page 142 of Butter My Biscuit

“And butterflies too. You’ve always done that to me,” she admits, desperately sliding her mouth and tongue against mine as we try to devour one another.

“I can’t be your best friend anymore,” I say, grabbing a fistful of her dress. “I need more, Gracie. I can’t spend another day pretending that you’re not everything I want and need in my life. Messy love—I don’t give a fuck, princess, whatever you need. I’m not going anywhere. I’m stupidly and desperately in love withyou,” I mutter against her lips, hoping she understands.

“I’m ridiculously in love with you too. I learned I actually can’t watch you marry someone else. I’m pretty sure I found my limit.”

“It was always supposed to be us.” I rest my forehead on hers, then pull away. “You know that, don’t you? Everyone else does.”

“I know,” she whispers. “Also, I just had mymovie magicmoment.”

Gracie tilts her head at me as she sits up to undo my tuxedo coat.

“And you just ruined it,” I say, and we’re laughing, unable to get out of our clothes fast enough to be together again. “We’ll have many more.”

I stand, dropping my coat to the floor, struggling to remove the stupid fucking bow tie I didn’t want to wear in the first place. Seconds later, she’s standing in front of me, her mouth close to mine, and I relax, resting my hands on her ass.

“Let me help you,” she whispers, carefully untangling it and throwing it to the floor.

She runs her hands across my chest, undoing every button on the vest before removing my dress shirt. Her hands trace the lines of the muscles on my stomach as she peppers kisses down my body until she’s on her knees before me.

“Fuck,” I growl, lifting her chin with my finger and meeting her hooded eyes.

“Let me worship you the way I’ve always wanted to,” she whispers.

Her fingers dip into the top of my suit pants, and she pulls me closer to her so she can remove my belt, unbutton my pants, and undo my zipper. My pants and boxers fall to my ankles as she sits upright on her knees, taking me into her hot mouth.

She’s unraveling every thread I have left as she licks and sucks me. Fingernails lightly slide down my chest as she cups my balls and takes every inch of me down her throat. She works me so fucking good that my head falls back on my shoulders. With her palms flat against my thighs, using me as leverage, she steadies herself.

When I don’t think I can take it anymore, I pull her up to me. “You make me feel so good, but I’m not giving you what you want yet.”

I brush my fingertips on her neck as I fist her curled strands.

“Why did you cut your hair?” I ask, meeting her eyes.

“Because you loved it,” she admits.

“Didn’t work,” I say, peppering kisses along her neck and jaw. “I still love it.”

She grabs my cock, and it pulses in her hand.

“You’ve always been a tease,” I whisper against her.

“Learned my best moves from you,” she admits.

She lets out a ragged breath as I slide my fingers into her panties, feeling just how goddamn wet she is for me.

I kiss her, rubbing slow, agonizing circles on her needy little clit. “No more secrets when it comes to how we feel about each other.”

She draws an X over her heart and then sinks onto my hand. “Never again. I almost lost you.”

“Almost only counts in horseshoes,” I whisper.

And she laughs, falling back on the bed and pulling me with her. She climbs on top of me and straddles me. I take her all in.

“I was so afraid of losing you that I pushed you away,” she admits. “I’m sorry.”

“And don’t you ever let it happen again,” I tell her with a playful wink.

“You too.” She jabs me in my side, making me squirm, and then kisses me. “I’ll probably fuck up a million times more, but please don’t give up on me again.”

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