Page 77 of You Are Cordially Invited

I sent him a lewd smile and lifted my leg over his hip so he could reach my hole. He slid a fingertip inside and fucked me slowly, the moan that fell from my mouth as filthy as the dark look in his eyes.

“You’re a damn tease,” I growled, pushing back to get him deeper.

“Yeah, that’s about all I’m going to manage, sorry.” He blushed and withdrew his hand, and I grabbed it to suckle that finger in my mouth. His irises flared as he watched before I let it go.

“Rain check.” I winked. “Now, back to the wedding.”

“Right, the wedding.” He looked a little dazed. “How about we outsource the whole thing.” He regarded me with an amused expression.

Surely, he didn’t mean—“Outsource?” My mouth dropped open. “You mean let someone else—”

“Yes, exactly. Let someone else do it for us.”

My hand flew to my chest. “Holy crap, Reuben. Have you lost your fucking mind? I’m gonna need a fuckton of sedatives to cope with just the idea of that.”

“I figured it could be a good test run?” He eyed me pointedly.

Bastard.

“A birthday party is a test run, baby,” I said. “Choosing new curtains for a spare room is a test run. Changing the colour for summer annuals is a test run. Switching up Friday take out is a test run. But planning an alternative wedding in four days isnot, in anyone’s books, a test run.”

“Oh, I have great faith in you.” He bopped me on the nose. “But if you want to wait, that’s fine.”

“No, I don’t want to wait. I want to marry you this Saturday.” I’d fucked things up and I was going to bloody well unfuck them.

“Would it help if I said I wasn’t thinking of just handing it toanyone?” He ran a finger around my lips, and I sucked it inside for a nibble. “We have a very capable group of friends who love us dearly, know most of the plans already, and pulled off a great bachelor party. Some of those things we had in place for the wedding that youpostponed—”

I winced.

“—can probably be salvaged. That photographer you liked is a friend, right?”

I nodded.

“And Canelli caterers can deliver some of the stuff they were going to cater onsite. Their website says they do that on arrangement. It wouldn’t have to be a total redo.”

“How did you know that? About Canelli’s?”

He smiled like I was a small child. “I might’ve let you loose on the planning, sweetheart, because I wanted you to have what you wanted, but I read every single thing you filed on our desk at home, looked at every email related to the wedding that came our way, and read every brochure you left lying on the coffee table. I might not have had the time to do it myself, baby, but I was with you every step of the way. And I was so damn proud of you.”

Something warm broke over my heart and I got up on my elbow and peppered his face with kisses. “I was a fucking idiot, wasn’t I?”

He grinned. “Is that a rhetorical question?”

I slid a hand down his chest and under the sheet to squeeze his dick.

The grin froze in place.

“Now, you just keep nice and still,” I warned him, enjoying a thorough grope. “Not everything is gonna change, you know.”

“Fuck, I hope not,” he said in a strangled voice, not moving a muscle.

I kept up the slow stroke as his eyelids fluttered closed. “Sensation intact?”

“Yeah,” he croaked. “I might not crest the hill, but the view on the way up is mighty inspiring.”

I smiled and closed my mouth over his for a languid kiss, no hurry to get anywhere, just happy in his arms. His safe arms.

“After your frolic up the hill—” I trailed a line of kisses along his cheek to his ear. “—I think we should call Sandy and Georgie.”

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