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He flushes and then laughs, his eyes bright. “It would take more than that to scandalise you. And it’s your fault that my mind went to what we’ve done lately. It’s a comprehensive list.”

“Don’t rest on your laurels. I have loads more to add.”

“Good god, I’ll be dead of sexual satisfaction before I’m much older.”

I bite my lip to hold a smile in and reach down to rub at his shoulders. He gives a soft groan that goes straight to my cock. I look around, but we’re the only ones here, so I carry on until the tension has eased from his muscles. I move on to rub at the base of his back.

“God, that’s so good,” he slurs, and I lick my lips, my attention focused on the vulnerable nape of his neck. When I’m inside him, I like to lick and suck there, and I can see a faint bruise by his ear where I sucked a mark last night. The sight hardens me all the way, and I reluctantly pull back.

He turns his head and pouts adorably. “Why have you stopped?”

“Because I didn’t want to top off our peach of a day by getting arrested for lewd activities in an NHS waiting room.”

“Is that on your list?”

I chuckle. “You should be prepared.”

“Lucky I was a boy scout.”

“I bet you were adorable,” I say affectionately. “Was your uniform the neatest of anyone?”

“Yes, and I was very popular with the scout leader because I liked the cleaning up afterwards.”

I laugh, lean in, and whisper into his ear, “However, when we drop the groom’s father at the hotel, all bets are off. You’re all mine, and I warn you I’m going to take my time, and youdefinitelywill need to clean up afterwards.”

His shudder moves his whole body this time, and I bite my lip, arousal racing through my body like a tsunami.

thirteen

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artie

I let myself into the hotel suite, looking around appreciatively. The hotel is very exclusive and perched on the edge of Bodmin Moor. The suite that Jed booked is enormous, with a seating area of comfy sofas, a bed you could get lost in, and a terrace overlooking the moor. The French windows have been left open, and I wander out, hoping to find Jed, but the flagstone terrace is empty, and the stars momentarily catch my attention. I’ve never seen so many. They’re spread across the sky like a sparkly blanket and look close enough to touch.

In the distance, a horse whinnies, and I shiver as the cold wind blows my hair back. I edge nearer to the patio heater and lean on the cast iron railings, feeling the strain of the day slowly slide away. The wedding from hell is finally done, and the thought that I now have Jed all to myself makes me glow inside.

I wander back inside after a few minutes. “Where are you?” I call. His suit is lying across the chair, and his shoes have been kicked off to the side. I brighten even more because the likelihood that he’s naked is high.

“In here.” I follow the sound of his voice into the bathroom. It’s very luxurious, with a huge sunken tub and not one but two showers. But it’s empty. Then I spy a door on the other side of the room, I walk across and fling it open. What I find has all the blood draining from my head to pool in my groin.

It’s a small sauna, and the scent of warm wood is pleasant, but my attention is all on Jed. He’s completely naked and stretched across the long wooden bench. Sweat glistens on his body, and his wet hair has been shoved back from his handsome face. His hand is between his legs, sliding along his hard cock. He opens his eyes, which look like silver in the low light.

“There you are,” he says lazily. He looks me up and down, and I swallow hard as he arches into his hand, the head of his cock very red. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I—” I stop to clear my throat. “I think I might be overdressed.”

“I’d say that’s a certainty.” He smiles at me, and it’s pure sin. “Get your clothes off and come in here.”

I nod, going to take a step back into the bathroom, but pause when he shakes his head. “No. I want to watch.” I swallow hard, and he smiles. “Do it slow.”

In the past, whenever I’d felt awkward, I’d run away. But that was pre-Jed. Now, I know the pleasure of removing an article of clothing at a time, enjoying the way his eyes flare with arousal. When I’m naked, I stay still, patiently waiting because I know the reward will be an aroused Jed who would never leave me unsatisfied.

He motions for me to turn around. I obey, waiting for the catch of his breath when he sees my bottom. Ah. There it is. He has an obsession with my bum and can spend ages sucking and licking it until I’m crazy with lust.

“Hands on the wall and bend in front of me,” he orders.

I hasten to do as he says, inhaling the scent of warm wood and feeling the sweat dampen under my arms and drip down my body. He reaches out one long leg and kicks the door open a little, and I sigh in pleasure as a stream of cooler air immediately hits me. I shoot him a grateful glance, and he winks at me. He’s so domineering in bed, but underneath, there’s always this care for me, which is why I feel so safe with him. I can let him take charge, knowing he won’t hurt me. Physically, at least.

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