Chapter 97


    “Yes,” I whisper.


    He gets back on the ground, kneeling between my thighs. The touch of his tongue feels like a


    paintbrush that’s on fire. My hips jerk forward as he continues to consume me, two fingers circling my


    clit around and around. I can’t scream, so I just breathe heavily and as quietly as I can.


    When my body goes hurtling into the stratosphere, Jeff pushes his cock into my entrance. The slide


    forward is slick from my orgasm.


    Our eyes meet as he slides all the way in. His hands go to my hips, forcing me to move with his rhythm.


    He’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling rapidly. He leans forward and bites the top of my right


    breast, which makes mee. I’m trying very hard not to scream as my body clenches again and


    again around him.


    He yanks my feet up and puts my ankles at his shoulders. He’s even deeper now, touching me so far


    inside that I think he’s going to pop out of my throat. My head is whipping from side to side as he grunts


    and lets go. I can feel his warmth spreading through my body.


    Too soon, he withdraws slowly enough that I feel a shiver of pleasure.


    “You’re perfect,” he tells me, looking at thee spilling out of my body. “Perfect.”


    He dives to the side and brings my hand to his mouth for a kiss before I can even blink. He’s kissed the


    ring he put on my finger.


    “We’ll get married as soon as we can," he tells me.


    Marriage


    Elia


    TWO DAYS LATER


    I’m wearing an ivory dress, even though I’m not a virgin. Butterflies are camped out in my stomach. Is


    this really the future that I want?


    I look at Danny, who is sitting in the corner of the dressing room. He’s ying with a pink bear. He’s not


    old enough for someone to take it away from him.


    The sight helps settle my stomach. It will be one of the greatest honors of my life to be Danny’s


    stepmother.


    “Let me fix your tiara,” Kelly says. She and Cami are my bridesmaids. I couldn’t choose a maid of


    honor, but they’ve been taking care of everything that needed to happen.


    I thought that we’d just go to a courthouse and get a justice of the peace to pronounce us man and


    wife, but Jeff insisted on a real wedding. I thought anything legal would count as a real wedding, but


    we’ve invited a bunch of his business associates and my friends to attend. Cost isn’t an issue, so it’s


    pretty much a huge party with an open bar. The ceremony will take a very short time. It’s all about the


    party that we’re having tonight.


    I can hear the band starting up. It means that he’s getting ready to walk.


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    “How do I look?” I ask them.


    “You look fabulous,” Kelly says, wiping a tiny smudge of lipstick from the corner of my mouth. “You’ll


    knock them dead.”


    “Remember to breathe,” Cami says.


    I’m dressed in the sort of white dress that little girls dream about. It’s fluffy and the bodice is covered in


    tiny seed pearls. One shoulder is bare. My veil barely covers my face and attaches to my very small


    tiara.


    “Here we go,” they tell me. My dad still isn’t back from China yet, so my uncle is giving me away. He’s


    waiting outside the door. He’s taken all of this in stride, not asking a bunch of questions about the hasty


    circumstances. I think that he thinks that I’m pregnant, but I’m really not sure. I don’t know if it matters.


    “Ready, kid?”


    “Yep,” I tell him. “All set.”


    He walks slowly in consideration for the heels I’m wearing. They are dream shoes, even if I know my


    feet are going to screaming at the end of the day.


    There are gasps when I appear in the doorway, Cami and Kelly helping carrying my train. I’m happy,


    looking at all the beaming faces. Nobody seems unhappy or upset about everything. They’d only had a


    day’s worth of notice, but people hade for their lunch break.


    I walk up the aisle, going straight for Jeff. He looks extraordinarily handsome in a tuxedo. When we get


    to the end, my uncle pats my hand and goes to sit down with my aunt. Jeff lifts my veil and flips it over


    my head.


    “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here…” the officiant starts, and I look at Jeff. Most ministers don’t do


    hasty weddings like this, so I suspect that Jeff bribed somebody to make it happen. I don’t know if I


    should be exasperated or happy.


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