Page 220 of The Friend Situation

“Family vacation in the Bahamas,” his dad says. “Both of you are joining us this summer.”

“Can’t confirm that yet,” Weston admits with a laugh.

My mom pulls me into a tight hug, and then she does the same to Weston. “You kids should get going.”

“We should,” Weston confirms. Lexi and Easton offer congratulations and goodbyes.

The limo door opens, and we climb inside. When we’re alone, his mouth captures mine.

“Are we going somewhere?” I ask, confused.

“We’re going on our honeymoon,” Weston says as I admire him in that tailored suit.

“We’re going on a honeymoon?” I ask, semi-shocked.

“Of course we are. Also, you’re so fucking adorable to think I wouldn’t spoil my wife,” he says, creating just enough space between us to really study me. “I’m so fucking lucky to be with you.”

“I’m the lucky one,” I whisper against hislips before I kiss them.

The private jetlifts into the air, and the cabin lights dim.

“You still won’t tell me where we’re going?”

“No,” he replies.

Once we’re at a safe cruising altitude, Weston stands and pulls me with him. I glance, amazed by the pure luxury surrounding us. He guides me to the back of the plane and pushes open a door.

I step inside, seeing a bed, television, and closet. “You have a room in your plane?”

“Wehave a room inourplane,” he corrects.

I can’t suppress the smile creeping across my face as he steps closer. My back presses against the cool wall.

“Mrs. Weston Calloway,” he whispers.

My heart pounds like a fucking drum. My skin is flushed with a heat that has been building all day, all week, allyear. Now, this man is my husband.

My husbandstands before me, his eyes dark with desire. His plump lips part, as though he can already taste me.

With confidence, Weston reaches for the zipper of my dress, his fingers brushing against my bare back. I shiver; his touch drives me wild.

“This was my grandmother’s wedding dress,” I manage to say as he unzips me.

Weston steps back, fully taking me in. “You’re perfection, Carlee.”

Torturously, he pushes the dress down until it pools around my feet. Every inch of my skin is revealed. My tits spill out of the white lace bra, and the panties are more for decoration than anything. He groans, and the sound goes straight to my core, making my clit throb like it has a goddamn pulse.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, his voice vibrating against my neck. His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer until I can feel his hardness pressing against me through the fabric of his suit pants. “Gorgeous.”

He leans down, his lips trailing along the curve of my neck,shoulder, and collarbone. With precision, he reaches behind my back, unsnapping the bra. A sigh escapes me as his tongue flicks out, tracing a hot path down to my nipple. Every inch of my body aches for him while wetness pools between my legs, soaking through my panties.

“We’re married,” I whimper, barely above a whisper, but he hears me. Of course he fucking hears me.

“Ready to join the Mile-High Club, wifey?”

“Yes.” I smile as his strong hands slide down to my ass, gripping me as he drops to his knees.

After moving my dress out of the way, he levels his face with my pussy. Weston looks up at me, worshipping me as we lock eyes. He hooks his fingers into my panties and guides them down until they fall to the floor.

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