Page 31 of Our Little Wedding

She bit her bottom lip and nodded her head.

I pushed inside, burying myself in her. Instantly, I met her lips as I thrust into her. Wrapping my arms around her, I held her tightly against me, kissing her as I slowed my pace. I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me.

She pulled the rest of the lacy garment over her head and placed it beside her, then she rested her hands on my chest. My eyes ran down her body. I placed my hands on her hips, slowing her and guiding her movement.

I watched as nothing but pure pleasure lined her face. I loved watching her. “Does it feel good, baby?” I asked, breathing heavily.

The inhale of breath between her closed lips told me all I needed to know as she continued at the pace I’d set for her. She closed her eyes, her head dropping back as she rolled her hips. “God, yes,” she cried.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around her and guided her, slowing her down as I felt her tighten around me. She buried her face in my neck, her hot breath tickling me as she started moving a little faster.

She interlaced her fingers with mine as her breathing quickened, and her head dropped back as she screamed my name. As soon as she called my name, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I poured into her, holding her close.

Ainsley

The afternoon sun poured through the windows behind me. The office was buzzing today; the phone hadn’t stopped ringing since we’d gotten in, and Spencer hadn’t had a second to himself all morning. I got up from my chair and pulled the blinds down behind me so I could see my computer screen a little easier. I glanced at the clock; it was a little after two and I still hadn’t heard from my father.

I’d placed a call to him earlier this morning, as Spencer had suggested. He wanted us to have dinner together, to clear the air, so I’d called and invited my father and Jane over tomorrow evening. Jane had tried to get my father on the phone, but he refused to take the call and instead she said she would talk to him.

I was about to get up and head down to the washroom when my phone rang. I grabbed it, hoping that it would be my father, but disappointment flooded me. It was the last venue I’d contacted. They finally returned my call to tell me they, too, had no availability for us. The other ones had left voice messages over the weekend. This one was our last option. I swallowed hard. I could feel the tears building as I put the phone down.

“Don’t cry here,” I muttered to myself. “It’s unprofessional.” I rubbed my temples, like I did when I had a headache.

I wiped at my eyes just as Spencer’s office door opened and two men stepped out into the hall, with Spencer following. He didn’t look over my way, thank goodness, so I covered my eyes and pretended to be working on something when the phone rang again. This time it was the caterer, and once again, they broke the news that they were fully booked right into the later part of the summer.

Completely defeated, I stood up and stretched just as Spencer rounded the corner. “What time is your doctor’s appointment at?” he questioned.

I glanced at the clock. “In twenty-five minutes.”

“Why didn’t you send me a reminder?”

“I reminded you this morning over breakfast. You said you put it in your calendar.”

“Give me five minutes,” Spencer grumbled under his breath before going into his office and shutting the door.

I frowned. It wasn’t like him to be so grumpy, especially toward me. Ten minutes later, we were in his car, heading toward the medical building five blocks away.

We now sat in the small exam room. My stomach felt uneasy as we waited for the doctor to come in. I pulled my phone from my jacket pocket and looked to see if I had missed any calls, hoping that my father had attempted to call me back, but still nothing.

“Hasn’t called yet, has he?” Spencer questioned.

I shook my head and shoved the phone back into my pocket, then I slipped out of my coat, passing it to Spencer. “No. I don’t think he will,” I said, looking toward the floor and swallowing hard, hoping I didn’t break out in tears.

“Hello.” The door opened and in walked Dr. Pines. “Ainsley, how are we feeling today?” she questioned as she sat down behind the small desk and turned on the computer screen.

“Good, thanks,” I lied.

Spencer glanced at me. I could tell from the look on his face he knew I wasn’t telling her the truth, and I hoped he said nothing.

“Spencer, how are things?” Dr. Pines asked.

“Good, thanks.”

“Good, so shall we get started?” She came around with a blood pressure cuff. “Just want to get a blood pressure reading first.”

“The nurse already did that,” I replied, looking at Spencer.

“Well, the first reading was a little high, so I want to take it again now that you’ve been sitting here for a while. Hold out your arm.”

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