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Bennett pulled o"

"It was so good to see you all!" I yelled, still waving to our faeduests was co applause and another stack of napkins that caught Bennett in the back of the head

He carried me all the way to the lobby and then slidmy neck, my chin, my lips "Ready?"

I nodded "So ready"

But when I turned toward the elevators, he stoppedhand wrapped around my forearm And then his other hand pulled a blindfold out of his pocket

"What?" I asked, a wary s with that in the lobby?"

"I’ you off somewhere"

"But we have a rooiant bed and several of your ties to get kinky with, and," I dropped hed, bending to run his nose alongin the liet kinky with, the bottle of lube fros?"

"Trustafter hied my hand and led me forward

"Trust rowling, "Christ, woht?"

He turned pulled me close to his side and said, "That’s the plan Now shut up"

Chapter Eight

Bennett helped me climb into the back of the li it firht; the bastard had anticipated my plan to peek, and the silken fabric covered half my face I was left in total darkness

But beside me, I could sense when he shifted closer, could sey sently onto fkout blindly for hi chuckle vibrated along my collarbones, from one side to the other, and I felt hi it up ertips tickled their way past h and to the thin white lace barely coveringit back and forth over the already-slick skin beneath

"Fuck," he hissed "Goddaers into entle tonight"

Arching ave his mouth better access to the , "Good I don’t want you slow and sweet"

"But it’s our wedding night," he argued with ently lay you on a feather bed and bring you endless, loving pleasure?"

I reached for his hand, pressed it harder into me "You can do that when I’ht"

His laugh was so dark, and communicated such barely restrained need that it sent shivers down my back I felt his breath on h?"

I nodded, ement, even"

"Maybe a little filthy?" When I answered with a nod, he growled, "Tell , tense breath "I want you filthy I want you wild and iht It’s how I feel"

He twisted his wrist, and pushed a third finger into ainst,circles just aroundexactly where I wanted it Traffic sounds grew to a crescendo and then ebbed into silence, and the steady thue spacers sounded beneath the wheels

"Are we leaving Coronado?"

"Yes"

"Are we getting on a plane?" I asked again

"Doesin his voice

"what?" I asked, confused

"Are you distracted by the street, rather than the three fingers currently fking you?"

"I--?"

He pulled his hand out and reached forme so I kneeled on the floor I felt him shift around to pull s The sound of his belt, his zipper, and his pants being shoved down his hps cut through the quiet

"Co the back of rew careful as I began to lower my mouth over him, as if he wasn’t sure how to blend his pent-up need to coe We’d talked for cus would be in this very moment--the two of us finally alone, ht be different--but now that ere in it, I could tell Bennett was a little torn

We’d said no ould it feel different: it was just two rings, just a piece of paper

We’d said we’d never stop being hard on each other, or start having easily bruised feelings

We’d pro could always happen between us in the bedroom We se’d never hold back, or be afraid to ask for whatever we needed

But as I worked his length with ue, I could sense that Bennett’s hands were fisted at his sides, not in my hair His hps were pressed fir towardthat ca sound, I pulled my mouth off his ck and sat back on usts, but other than the sound of the road passing beneath us, the car fell silent

Finally, his voice rose from the quiet in a controlled rumble: "What happened?"

What happened? So ta his face, but I knew he understood the point I waswhen he took a deep breath and asked, "Why the fk did you stop?"

There he is

"You knohy"

Strong hands lifted me off my heels and sat me back until my butt hit the floor of the limo and my spine rested on the seat opposite him One of Bennett’s knees planted on the seat besidea word, he pressed the crown of his ck tomy mouth open

"Suck," he said, and this tier and need I barely had tiht fist curled in an totoo deep, at least not yet Finally, his hands released h to fraer, deeper strokes