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Lindsey: You’re not going to tell them?

Jen: OH…that… We’re going to have a WEDDING!!!

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Iris: I’m coming to the wedding.

Jonah: Thanks for the warning.

You are so lucky the king loves Abigail.

Most importantly, TORIN loves Abigail. We’re all lucky. It’s all working out.

You think this just lets you off the hook, right?

It does. Abigail is the answer to everything.

3 Months Before the Engagement Announcement

Chapter31

Jonah

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"Oh God, Jonah!"

"That’s it. Take what you need, Duchess," I urge her, my hands gripping her hips, her pussy tightening around my cock.

She’s on top, riding me, but she’s still wearing her bridesmaid’s dress, so I can’t see her gorgeous tits. Or anything else. Her bodice is in place and her skirt is bunched around her waist and hips.

She’s the one who pulled me up here to my bedroom and climbed on top. She claims to not like being in charge, but she’s a gorgeous liar.

She convinced me that this was the best position to keep her dress from getting too rumpled or messing up her hair.

I don’t fucking care. I will take this woman in any and every position she’ll let me.

She also insisted we come to my room because no one walks through my door uninvited. Well, except for beautiful duchesses who get lost on their way to the guest room.

She leans forward, resting her palms on the front of my tuxedo shirt. She moves her hips faster. "I’m so close."

"Fuck me, love. Take it all."

Then she’s gasping, clenching around my cock, coming with a cock-hardening little gasp.

She has gotten better at staying quiet when we make love. Unfortunately.

Now that I’ve taught her that, I’m going to have to teach her to let loose and be loud again once we’re free to be in love and living together.

"I love you so fucking much," I tell her as I pull her in, kissing her deeply as I come hard.

While there’s never a bad reason to get this woman in my bed, today feels like a special celebration and we just couldn’t wait another minute once her bridesmaid and my groomsman duties were over and we didn’t think anyone would miss us.

It’s all over now. The plan has worked. Downstairs our families and friends are celebrating Torin and Abigail’s wedding.

Abigail Landry is the solution to all of our problems.

Tomorrow Linnea has a meeting with the king for early tea. She intends to tell him all about us—that we fell in love, that we want to be together, and that we intend to marry.

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