Page 73 of Walkoff Wedding

She gives me her first real smile for today, and it causes my heart to skip in my chest like a lovesick teenager.

“You’re spoiling me, you realize that?” She giggles sweetly.

I fucking love her smile, but I love her laugh even more.

I stroke my jaw, shrugging as if it didn’t make me want to pull her to me and kiss the fuck out of her. “It’s my job to spoil you. Let me do it, woman.”

Addie rolls her plump, rosy lips together to hide her grin as she drops her gaze down to her lap and fingers the embroidered flowers of her dress.

My favorite thing in the world is when she gets flustered from my attention.

“How’s studying going anyway?”

She glances up at the spread of textbooks in front of her and groans before dropping her face into her hands. “It’s not? I think my brain is just numb at this point. I’ve been staring at it for too long.”

“Maybe you just need… a distraction.” I reach for her and slide my palm along her nape, pulling her closer. My lips hover over hers, close enough that I can almost taste her. “And I just so happen to be excellent at distracting my wife.”

Her lips part when I sweep my thumb along her pouty bottom lip, gently tugging it down.

Fuck, she’s so pretty.

I love how responsive she is whenever I touch her, how comfortable she’s getting with me. Her entire body relaxes, sinking into my touch.

It’s the ultimate sign of trust, and I’m so damn thankful that she’s giving it to me.

“Should I distract you, baby?” I murmur against her lips, my mouth hovering over hers.

Addie exhales as her eyes bounce down to my lips, then back to my eyes as she swallows. The delicate column of her throat bobbing with the motion. “H-how are you going to do that?”

“Well, I’m going to start by doing this.” I close the distance between us, my mouth meeting hers in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly transforms into a frantic clash of our lips. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, and I swallow down the sweetest little whimper that has my cock twitching in my pants.

She reaches up, sliding her arms around my neck, raking her nails along my nape as she kisses me. Our tongues tangle together desperately, growing needier with each passing breath. I nip at her bottom lip, pulling it between my teeth and nibbling until she’s writhing in her chair.

That’s my cue to touch her.

Tearing my lips from hers, I curve my palms over her thighs, my large hands covering them almost completely. Her soft skin glides along my hands as I move them higher, gently spreading her legs open.

My gaze lifts to her face, and it almost steals my breath.

She’s fucking magnificent.

Disheveled hair, parted lips red and swollen from my kisses, cheeks flushed pink, piercing blue eyes that are heavy-lidded and dazed as she stares back at me.

She’s never looked more beautiful.

And she’s never looked more… mine.

The realization rocks through my entire body, making me dizzy with possessiveness. I drag my hands up her thighs until they disappear beneath the hem of her dress, and when they reach the top of her legs, her breath hitches.

“Can I distract you…” I brush the pad of my thumb along the front of her panties, nearly groaning when I feel them already damp. “Here?”

Her eyelashes flutter shut as she nods rapidly, her hands flying to the seat of her chair and curling around the edge.

“I need to hear you say it, baby.”

“Yes. Distract me.” The pleading, needy tone of her voice, along with her consent, is all I need.

Slowly, I pull her panties to the side and dip my fingers beneath the fabric, dragging them along her pussy. It’s the first time I’ve touched her without any barrier between us, and she’s already so wet that it slicks my fingers, coating them with her arousal.

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