Page 66 of The Wrong Sister

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen! Wanna be mine forever?”

I grin, joy feeling like it’s steaming out of my pores. “More than anything.”

The ceremony is short and sweet. I’ll never forget how I felt, his hands in mine, his eyes on mine, his heart joining with mine. Catherine cried and Rafferty abandoned his best man position to stand next to her, offering a handkerchief to wipe her tears when he wasn’t using it for his own. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Our first kiss was as electric as our actual first kiss, although devoid of all the anger that brought us here. There’s yelling and loud “cheehoos” and catcalls from our rowdy bunch. We eat and talk and party for hours, always touching. Finally, Griffin takes my hand and we slip away, unnoticed. We talked to and hugged everyone, they can enjoy the rest of the reception. All I want is my husband.

We go home. The honeymoon starts tomorrow, but we wanted our first night to be here, in our place. Griffin closes the door behind us, shrugging off his suit coat.

“You know, I have a thing for you in a white dress shirt. This is really doing it for me.”

“Is that so?” He quirks one of his eyebrows. “What would happen if I did this?” He starts unbuttoning his shirt, exposing that golden skin and dark hair underneath. I skim my fingers over his chest.

“That may be better. Try it without the pants.” I lean back against the back of the couch, ankles crossed, watching the show. He doesn’t have to do ridiculous dance moves, the mere act of removing his clothing is more than sexy enough. He steps out of his pants, hanging them neatly on the back of the chair. Man, I love that tidy nerd. I move closer, running my hand along his erection with the lightest pressure.

“Are you already hard for me, Mr. Simms?” I pull his cock out, pushing his boxers down.

“Are you already wet for me, Mrs. Simms?” I kneel in front of him, poised to take him in my mouth.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I run my thumb over the bead of liquid on his head, licking it off while looking at him, before swirling my tongue around his tip. I suck and tease and stroke my husband while he watches.

“This view is all sorts of dirty. I like it. I feel like you can do better, though.”

I hum against him, making him groan. “What did you have in mind?”

“Letting me strip that dress off of you, for starters.”

“Did you know,” I ask him, standing up, “that this dress has a built-in bra?”

He licks his lips.“So what do you have on under there?”

“I guess you’ll just have to see.”

I planned specifically for this moment. It’s fun shocking him and turning him on. I love it. I spin and he unzips my dress so I can step out of it. Underneath I have on a little lace belt around my waist with garter straps connecting to thigh highs. Yep, that’s it.

“Holy fuck, Mina!” He runs his hands down my body, cupping my bare ass and pushing himself against me. His kiss is deep and sensual and desire unfurls within me. I hope we never stop feeling this way. “Will you keep these on?”

“That was the idea, Griff.”

“It needs to be said again: Holy. Fuck. Where do you want to go, Meens? I want to be inside of you twenty minutes ago.” I lean back against the couch again, legs spread wide, high heels still on.

“Who says we need to go anywhere?” That sexy dimple pops as my husband gives me a devilish grin. He kisses down my body, circling my nipples with that talented tongue.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am to have these ladies mine for life.” He sucks and licks and kisses, covering every inch of skin until I’m trembling.

“They were always yours silly man.”

He trails down my body, hands leaving lines of goosebumps.

“And this,” he pauses reverently, licking deeply, “this pussy is all mine.” He licks again, heat coursing through my body. I grip his hair tightly and he looks up at me, his silver-grey eyes glinting. “Am I treating her right, Mina?”

“Yes. More. She needs more.” He knows everything I want, everything I need. Every touch edges me closer. He takes his mouth away and I groan in frustration.

“I know. I don’t want to stop either, baby. Turn around.” He takes his hands on my hips and moves me until I’m facing the back of the couch, gripping it. He bends me forward over it and resumes his position, this time licking me from behind.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan.

“You taste so fucking good, Mina. Don’t come too soon.”

I don’t know how long I can hold out. Not with the things his mouth is doing to me.

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