“You, me, this house. I pictured bringing you home after the wedding, and getting you out of that white dress that will no doubt drive me fucking wild all night. I would have kissed you, before making sure my lips touched every single inch of your skin. I’d have given you a minimum of two orgasms before I even tried to fuck you, intent on easing you into it.” “And then?” I practically beg. His hand reaches out to me cupping my jaw as he brings us so close together, our lips brush against one another as he speaks. “And then I would have made love to you for hours. Over and over again, knowing
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