by Nikki Chase
I pressed down on her with my tongue, and she cried out as I slipped two fingers into her eager, wet pussy.
“I don’t want your fingers,” she gasped. “Give me that cock. I need it. Now.”
I stood, rock-hard and ready, but then she leaned forward and took my throbbing tip between her lips. I was dying to bury myself balls deep inside her, but I wasn’t about to say anything to stop her. I grunted as she dipped down, taking as much of me as she could, before coming up for air.
“Enough foreplay,” she said. “Fuck me.”
I gripped the base of my cock and slid right into her. She was so wet I glided in easily, her tight walls gripping me hard, pulling me in.
She shuddered as I pushed fully inside—her eyes closed, her mouth open, tongue running across moist lips. The sight of her was almost enough to make me explode immediately, but I managed to get a hold of myself.
We fucked under the stars, and it was the best, most passionate sex I’d ever had. Our bodies danced to an ancient rhythm, melding together like we were always meant to do this.
The chill of the night air on my skin and the heat of her. It was a delicious contrast. I lost myself in her, totally and utterly, until I felt her hands scrabbling at my chest, her breasts heaving.
“Don’t stop!” she cried. “Don’t stop, Luke!”
And as she cried my name, I felt the force of her climax, her slick pussy pulsing around my hard shaft. It pushed me over the edge and I finished inside her with one final roar, spurting deep inside, again and again and again until I was spent.
After, when we were dressed again and sitting in the car, she looked sleepy. The night was almost over, and I was just hoping I could get her to come back to my suite with me—not even for more sex; I just wanted to spend more time with her. I’d never been so intoxicated with someone.
As I considered my next move, Tess suddenly sat up, looking alert. “I know what we should do now,” she said with an impish grin. That grin piqued my curiosity.
“Yeah?”
“Let’s go to the Chapel of Flowers. It’s where Dennis Rodman and Carmen Electra got married. Will you take me there?”
I started the ignition. “Okay.”
“We should get married there.”
I laughed, but she looked completely serious.
I shrugged. Why not? I’d listened to every other crazy idea she’d had tonight, and I’d had the best night of my life. I hadn’t felt this alive in . . . God knew how long. Why stop now?
I put the car into gear and started driving back toward the distant lights of the strip.
Brock elbows me again and I turn to him, pissed off now. There are other ways to get my attention.
But before I can start on him, I see the look on his face. He’s pale, like he’s seen a ghost. I follow his gaze toward the entrance to the boardroom, and . . .
Holy shit.
Standing there, looking nervous but just as gorgeous as I remember, is my wife.
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Nikki Chase is a contemporary romance author. After having her own real-life, insta-love experience, Nikki now lives happily ever after with her husband in the Pacific Northwest.
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