Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
“I love you, Dex,” I whisper.
Dexter glances down with a smile just for me.
“I love you so much it hurts,” he tells me, and together we face the priest again.
It’s not a dream anymore.
It’s achingly real.
Achingly wonderful.
Achingly mine.
Every promise we make underneath the big blue autumn sky.
Every inch he lifts me off my feet, swinging me up in his arms the instant the priest gives the go-ahead.
Every kiss we savor, giving the crowd a show they’ll never forget as his lips and his eyes and the swaying trees leave me dizzy.
The rest of the day comes on like a whirlwind.
Too fast to remember, and too incredible not to recall the smallest details in happy flashes.
The way Dexter slid the ring on my finger.
How Nana hugged him and how Delly hugged me, welcoming us into each other’s family.
The kiss that left me spun out of my own skin and still craving more. I couldn’t stand when he finally set me back down.
Our first dance, where I looked into Dexter’s eyes while we both laughed too much, remembering our first awkward dance in his office.
A smirking glance from Patton tells us he remembers, too.
Then later, slipping away into the vintage getaway car waiting for us, still giggling like kids. There’s no driver tonight.
I’m just grateful one of us stayed sober enough to manage the driving as Dex takes the wheel.
It’s straight home to change and then to the airport, where a private jet waits for us with chilled champagne and a cozy bed to sleep off all the excitement until morning.
Though I’m not sure we’ll catch much sleep.
The minute we’re alone in the executive suite and the plane lifts above the clouds, he takes me straight to the mile high club.
And holy hell, what a club.
His hands roam my body, ripping off my clothes.
His tongue delves into my mouth in a primal dance that feels downright obscene.
His hands catch my panties and pull ferociously, and the instant I’m bare, his tongue brings every lewd promise he made through the reception to my thighs, torturing me until I’m biting my lip and begging.
“Dexter, please. Oh, shit. I can’t—”
“Open your legs for me, sweetheart. Didn’t get more than a little steak and a sliver of cake at dinner for a reason. I saved my appetite.”
Oh, God, did he ever.
His tongue splits me open as his rough hands push my legs apart. He holds me open, his willing captive, while he devours my pussy like it’s his very last meal.
It’s a little insane how fast it hits.
Sheer ecstasy grabs me by the throat and slams me back down again, all barely stifled moans against my hand and trembling legs.
All fire—all just for him—and each lapping stroke of his tongue makes me burn hotter, coalescing in my core until there’s no holding it in.
Coming!
I see the stars out the window and then they’re in my eyes.
I see red, white, and bliss.
Then it’s just pure dark, hungry blue as I drown in his eyes, as he clasps my thighs and makes me ride his beard with all its delicious friction.
I’m a gasping mess when I’m finally back in my right mind again.
Just in time to see him naked and watching me with the hungriest eyes, his cock throbbing madly in his hand as he hovers over me, slowly stroking his cock.
“Dex,” I whisper, my face heating as he stares. “What are you doing?”
“Worshipping you. If I didn’t need this pussy so bad, I’d paint you head to fucking toe.” His fist quickens, gliding over his magnificent cock, and he tilts his head back with a low, feral groan.
Holy hell.
My fingernails brace against his abs, scratching their way down his torso.
He’s so hard for me.
A man of stone, granite in body and soul, only coming undone when he tugs his cock like I’ll always be his dirtiest fantasy.
I’m barely breathing as I watch him, panting and stricken.
And he must see the desperation in my eyes, the need to feel him inside me that eclipses the desire he’s holding back.
“Please. Enough teasing tonight.”
“That bad, huh?” he growls, touching the throbbing head of his cock to my clit.
I almost die right there, nodding fiercely.
“Thirty-three thousand feet and you’re still not airborne. We need to fix that now. Legs open.”
I’m moaning before he even pushes his swollen length to my entrance, still rubbing with brutish control, his eyes twin blue flames.
“Fuck, Junie. I’ll always love how you feel on my dick.” He pushes inside me in one long stroke that presses his balls to my ass.
And he’s moving then, faster and harder with each stroke, taking me apart thrust by thrust.
Just before I come, I throw my arms around his neck, holding on so tight and catching one last glimpse of the sweet blue insanity in his eyes.
“Junie—fuck!” He chokes off with a final thrust that reaches my depths.