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Her hand doesn’t tremble, her breathing is steady, and the only thing displaying her nervousness is the slight pink tone of her cheeks. Frankly, that was probably the orgasm I gave her in the limo on the ride back over to the chapel.

I am once again sporting a piece of lace in my pocket that came straight off my soon-to-be wife’s ass.

“Stop that,” she hisses at me.

“What?” I ask her as she finishes and glances over her shoulder to ensure the officiant can’t hear her.

“Thinking about me,” she points down at the floor, and because I love to tease her, I arch an eyebrow to fake confusion.

“Your feet?” She huffs an annoyed breath and shakes her head.

“Shoes?” I guess wrong again and her foot starts to tap as she repeats one of her many mantras.

This one may be my favorite I’ve heard so far.

“Don’t stab him.” I chuckle as I kiss her forehead.

“Are you talking about your cunt, Dove?” I whisper it near her ear, but still, she gasps so loud people take notice.

“Maddox!” She pushes me away, but I don’t budge.

“Deacon party!” Our name is called, and I take her hand and walk her to the open doorway to the Chapel.

She surprised me with a freshly shaved mound since we didn’t have time for much else before leaving for the airport this morning. I smile to myself, reliving the memory as we walk to our positions.

“I see you’ve redecorated. I love the shorter drapes. I’d eat here again.”

And did.

“Maddox,” Simone’s voice brings me out of my thoughts and back to the task at hand.

Making her my wife.

“Apologies, Dove. It was a very delicious morning.” Her eyes widen, and she looks inside the Chapel in dismay.

“Remember, don’t run. If I have to catch you, you won’t be able to sit for a week.” I leave her staring at me to take my place by the pulpit.

Music starts playing, and the officiant comes out, the mic in his hand, singing one of the King’s oldies but goodies.

“Wise men say…”

Cause if you’re getting married in Vegas, Elvis is a must.

He loops her arm around his and walks her down the aisle to me, all while wailing out the classic tune.

“Only fools rush in…”

Simone looks utterly terrified by the time she’s standing in front of me.

“But I can’t help, falling in love with you.”

I sing the verse with Elvis this time, and her eyes focus on me where I want them for the rest of our lives. I wink at her as the horrible impersonator starts his practiced speech.

“Thank you, thank you very much. We are gathered here today to join these two in Holy Matrimony.” He does the famous hip thrust, and Simone loses it.

Laughter bubbles up and doesn’t stop.

“Sorry, sorry. Continue,” She wipes away a few tears, and I watch her in awe.

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