Page 133 of Puck and Prejudice

“I love you too.”

I frame Izzie’s face between my hands and kiss her, forgetting I was supposed to wait for the priest to pronounce us as husband and wife.

The priest laughs. “We have an eager one.”

I step back. “Oops.”

He does his thing, and says, “You may kiss the brideagain.”

No need to tell me twice. I kiss Izzie until my friends start whistling. I’m fairly certain our behavior is completely inappropriate, but as long as Izzie isn’t complaining, then I’m good.

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IZZIE

What a night. I’m glad my mother insisted on having a wedding in Seville, because the evening was magical, and I never wanted it to end. But unfortunately, we can’t stop time, and at the crack of dawn, Jackson and I finally make it to our suite. We’re spending the night at a hotel in Seville, and tomorrow, we’re going to Italy for our honeymoon.

The wedding reception was held at a hacienda forty-five minutes from the city. We chartered several buses so our guests wouldn’t have to drive anywhere. The last bus to leave the hacienda was ours, and it carried our favorite people in the world—our closest friends. Then we went to a night club and partied until they kicked us out.

Jackson and I are both drunk, but he’s far worse than me. I have to use my hotel key, because he keeps trying to open the door using his credit card. But when I finally unlock the door, he stops me from getting into our room. “I need to carry you inside,” he slurs. “It’s tradition.”

“You can barely stand straight. I’m not gonna risk a broken limb.”

“Trust your husband, wifey. I can carry you.” He tries to stare me down, but with his unfocused eyes, all he does is make me laugh.

Taking advantage of my distraction, he lifts me into his arms and strides into the room. “I told you.”

“Okay, okay. You’ve proved your point. You can put me down now.”

“I’ll put you down when I’m good and ready.”

No sooner does he say that, than he trips and staggers forward. He has good reflexes, but he can’t find his balance, and we end up falling forward. Thank God the bed was right in front of us.

“Jacks!” I blurt out through laughter.

“What? This happened exactly as I planned. Now, how do I get you out of this dress?”

I changed out of the wedding dress before we headed to the club, and what I’m wearing now is short with an open back.

“The zipper is on the side.”

Jackson turns my body from one side to the other as if I were a doll. His movements are clumsy and hilarious. “Where is it?”

“It’s invisible.”

He gives me a droll look. “How am I supposed to find it then?”

“Oh my God. Let me do it.” I push him to the side so I can sit up, and unzip the dress myself.

But if I thought he’d keep his hands to himself, I was wrong. He runs his fingers down my back while his other hand slips under my dress. I’ve been horny for hours, but out of respect for our friends and family, I didn’t kidnap my husband for a quickie in the bathroom.

“You’re such a good wife, all wet for me already,” he whispers in my ear.

“Hmmm… yes, but I can be bad too.” I slide off the bed and turn around, kneeling in front of him.

His eyes become hooded. “Oh yeah? Show me.”

Keeping my eyes locked with his, I open his fly and free his cock from his briefs. “I’ve been dying to taste you, husband.”

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