Page 96 of Saved By the Boss

“Better?” Declan asks, watching me with amusement.

“Much,” I reply, sinking onto the edge of the bed. “You have no idea how much I hate those things.”

He smirks, tugging off his tie and tossing it onto a nearby chair. “You looked incredible in them, though.”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “You flatter me, husband.”

As he starts to unbutton his shirt, I sit up straighter, my heart suddenly pounding for an entirely different reason.

“Declan,” I say, and he pauses, looking at me curiously. “I’ve been thinking about something.”

He raises an eyebrow, his hands stilling. “What’s that?”

I take a deep breath, my nerves suddenly getting the better of me. “For our honeymoon,” I begin, “I’ve decided what I want.”

“Oh?” he says, his tone teasing. “And what’s that?”

I meet his gaze, my cheeks flushing slightly. “A cabin in the woods,” I say, the words tumbling out in a rush. “No electricity, no distractions. Just us.”

For a moment, he just stares at me, and I can’t tell if he’s amused or horrified. But then he laughs his deep, genuine laugh that makes my stomach flip every time.

“Alright,” he says, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “As long as I get to keep both my ankles intact this time.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Deal.”

He crosses the room in a few quick strides, pulling me to my feet and wrapping his arms around me.

“You know,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my temple, “I’d go anywhere with you, Jade. As long as you’re there, I don’t care where we are.”

My heart swells, and I tilt my head up to look at him. “I love you,” I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion.

“I love you, too,” he replies, his voice steady and certain. “More than anything.”

He kisses me, slow and sweet, but this is our wedding night, damn it! Momentarily, I forget about the guests who will be waiting for us. They’ll have cocktails and appetizers to tide them over, this moment is just for the two of us.

Declan turns me around, slowly unbuttoning every tiny button on the back of my dress, though I’d be just as happy if he tore the whole thing off. I’m so desperate for him already, a feeling that hasn’t remotely ebbed in the last year. Every touch, every kiss feels better than the last, and he’s constantly surprising me with his romantics.

As the dress falls away from my body, I turn to face him without an ounce of insecurity. I am his and he is mine, for the rest of our lives. I kiss him passionately, my tongue sweeping over his bottom lip, requesting access. He willingly obliges, pulling my tongue into his mouth as I kiss him deeply.

“Was today everything you wanted, Mr. McGregor?” I tease, pulling him onto the bed with me so that he’s hovering on top of me.

“Almost, Mrs. McGregor,” he whispers, kissing down the part of my chest that’s exposed to him. “But this corset has to go.”

I giggle as he fiddles with the strings on the corset Tawny insisted I buy. Though the way his eyes are darkening and his mouth is watering, I finally see the appeal of the garment. But I breathe much easier the moment the fabric is removed, leaving my chest bared to him.

He leaves long, lingering kisses on my throat, down my chest, until he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking andnibbling gently. I writhe against him, the sensation driving me wild.

“We don’t have much time,” I remind him, my voice husky. “We can’t leave our guests waiting.”

“That won’t be a problem,” he assures me, grabbing one of my legs and pulling it around his waist. I can already feel his hardness pressed against my center and I shiver in anticipation.

His fingers slip beneath my silk panties, lingerie I bought just for this moment. He’s winding me up, preparing me for him. When he finally slips into me, I’m more than ready, my hips lifting off the bed to meet his rhythm.

We move together, our bodies dampening with sweat, all the hard work of our wedding looks being wasted in a matter of minutes. Neither of us cares, though. The wedding was for our friends, but this moment is for us. And if we’re a little rumpled up at the reception, who’s going to mention it?

He sends me higher and higher, whispering sweet nothings in my ear as he moves inside of me, beckoning me to the edge of release. We fall apart together, simultaneously, our breaths so in sync it’s almost as if they’re one.

I know it won’t always be this way. It can’t always be this way. One day the honeymoon phase will have to fade and we’ll get lost in other pressing matters. Life will find a way to try and beat us down, I’m sure. But together, we’ll face whatever comes our way, wrapped up tight to weather the storm.

The End

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