Page 44 of Misbehaving

“Then you can work from my home. Just change your flight.”

Beatriz grinned. “I can do that. I will do that.”

“Good. You do that. I’ll do this.” Ben kissed her hard on the lips and she opened her mouth to him. He pushed her back as he kissed her and pulled the silk ribbon from her hair.

“What are you doing?” Beatriz demanded, trying to sound stern, but laughing instead.

“This,” he said and pushed her onto her back on the bed.

“Ben, we have to—”

“Nothing. We have to do nothing but this,” Ben said and unzipped his tuxedo pants as Beatriz yanked the full skirt of her purple bridesmaid’s dress up. Beatriz had on stockings and garters under her dress so he just grabbed the flimsy fabric of her panties and ripped them off. He didn’t have time to negotiate with uncooperative lingerie. With the long silk ribbon he tied her wrists to the headboard.

“You’re tying me up?”

“I don’t want you getting away from me again.”

“Have you been tested for everything?” Beatriz asked.

“Everything,” he said. “Had a physical last month.”

“I’m good, too. Clean and on birth control. Skip the condom?”

“Yes, please.”

He pushed inside her as she wrapped her stockinged legs around his back. The raw heat of her around his bare penis made his eyes nearly water with the incredible shock of pleasure. He pounded into her like a madman and she took everything he gave her, raising her hips to meet his thrusts. He had to come in her, had to fill her with his semen, had to make her completely his.

The frenzied sex lasted only minutes. Beatriz came so hard her shoulders lifted off the bed and he felt her vaginal muscles slamming into his cock. He came seconds after, pouring into her as he thrust with everything he had.

He pulled out of her, still gasping, untied her hands, and passed her the box of tissues.

“Sorry about that,” he said as she started wiping herself off.

“Don’t worry. Claudia paid for the dress. A little cum never killed anyone.”

“We should probably go back downstairs. Do I look like I just fucked someone’s brains out?”

Beatriz stood up and pulled a new pair of panties on under her dress. “Yes.”

“Good.”

They returned to the reception, now in full swing. Both Henry and Claudia gave him the “we know what you’ve been doing” eyes. They tried to play it innocent. Ben justified his ravenous fucking of Beatriz by telling himself if he hadn’t fucked her before the reception, he’d be sporting an erection during the entire rest of the evening. He was really doing the guests a favor by getting it out of his system.

He and Beatriz danced. Then he danced with Claudia while Beatriz danced with Henry. The night wore on and everything coalesced into a slightly inebriated haze of laughter, music, alcohol, dirty jokes, and cake.

And love. So much love.

At midnight the limo arrived to haul away Henry and Claudia to the tiny B and B where they’d planned to spend their wedding night before heading to Key West the next day. Beatriz helped Claudia with her dress. Ben helped Henry with his walking.

Just before the bride and groom shut the door, Claudia smiled up at them.

“We’re re-gifting you a wedding present my weird cousin Griffin from New York sent us. It’s not our thing, but I think you two might like it. I sent it up to your room, Bea.”

And with that they closed the door and drove off.

Ben looked at Beatriz. “You think it’s safe to get out of here?”

The reception seemed to be emptying out.

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