Page 113 of Claim to Fame

“Get a room!” Jamie teased.

They pulled apart when Jamie lobbed a wadded up napkin at them and it hit the side of Ethan’s head. Hannah smiled and Ethan couldn’t help but kiss her again to taste her joy. “Welcome home, city girl.”

Epilogue

Seven months later, Christmas Eve

His tie was crooked.

Ethan frowned at the mirror and undid the knot for the third time.

“Do I look okay?” He turned to find Hannah in the hallway wearing an emerald green velvet dress that nipped in at the waist and swirled out below her knees. “I haven’t been to a church service in years. I wasn’t really sure what was appropriate.”

“You look fucking incredible, like always,” Ethan said, abandoning his efforts with his tie and stalking towards her.

“It’s not too tight?” she asked, frowning and tugging at the skirt.

“It’s perfect.” He slid his hands over her waist and pulled her to him. “How long until we have to leave?”

“Twenty minutes or so. Why?”

He bent at the knees and lifted her over his shoulder before striding towards their bedroom. One heel slipped from her foot and clattered to the hardwood floor. “Ethan!” she squealed. “Put me down! You’ll wrinkle it!”

“Then I guess we’ll have to take it off,” he said, pushing open their bedroom door.

“Everyone is waiting for us.”

He set her down on the edge of their bed and dragged the zipper of her dress down. “We’ll sneak in the back. No one will even notice we’re missing.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“Used to do it all the time as a kid.”

Then his hands were on the bare skin of her back. Her laughter turned breathless and his brain went fuzzy. Ethan’s hands slid over the expanse of exposed skin unimpeded. “No bra?”

“I can’t wear one with this dress.”

“This is my new favorite dress,” he said, sliding the sleeves off her shoulders and down her arms.

“You say that about all my dresses.”

The dress fell away, leaving her in the cotton panties she favored. Her nipples were already pulled into tight furls and he cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over the stiff peaks. “How am I supposed to behave in church knowing you’re bare under that dress?”

Her hand slid down his chest and she palmed his erection through the placket of his dress pants. “Maybe we can be a little late.”

Ethan dropped to his knees at her feet and tugged the cotton panties down her legs as her hands ran through his hair. He dragged his hands up the back of her calves, over her knees, and pressed her thighs apart to make room for him between them. “What do you think, city girl? You want to go to Christmas Eve Mass with my cum inside you?”

He didn’t wait for her to answer. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed his tongue to her core. She moaned and rocked against him, urging him on. If they had more time, he’d make her come a half dozen times before he gave her his cock, but she was right—everyone would be waiting for them. Still, he’d be damned if he didn’t make her come at least once on his tongue before he fucked her.

It didn’t take long for her to come apart for him, shivering and gasping his name. Christ, he’d never get used to the sound of his name on her lips when she was like this, soft and needy and so ready for him. He pulled back from her reluctantly, nipping at the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs as he undid his belt.

“Later, we’ll do this right,” he promised as he stepped out of his pants.

“That wasn’t doing it right?” she asked with a pleasure-drunk laugh.

Ethan strummed his thumb over her clit just to see her squirm and moan in response. He slid his free hand over her hip and across the soft round of her belly where she tangled her fingers with his. The sight of their joined hands over the place where she’d someday grow round and full with his child made his heart ache and his cock kick, eager to be inside her.

“Fuck, Hannah, look at you.”

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