EPILOGUE
“By the power vested in me in the state of Michigan, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Cheers, claps, and several catcalls met Trig and Marissa’s disgustingly enthusiastic lip-lock. Jane might have been the loudest catcall offender, but no one was taking an official poll. Not even Jack. Surprising as hell, considering how big he was on the whole poll taking thing.
Of course, she wouldn’t mind doing a little poll taking of her own. Resisting the urge to indulge in an appropriate eyebrow waggle to accompany her dirty thoughts, she locked arms with her man as they followed the happy newlyweds down the aisle. Jack leaned his head close to hers. “You’re having deliciously perverted thoughts, aren’t you?”
“I think the true question is—when do I not?”
“Just one of the numerous reasons why I love you.”
She’d never get tired of hearing him say that. Good thing. Because the man never shuts up about it. Morning, noon, and night. Cheese Louise. A broken record, this one. Damn, it was wonderful and awesome. She squeezed his elbow. “Well, you know I’m madly in love with you for countless reasons. I’d bust out a sonnet right here and now, but it’s just not the same without the accompanying interpretive dance.”
“Forgot the clogging shoes again?”
She hiked up the hem of her saffron-hued Maid of Honor dress, revealing her matching satin pumps. “I tried to sweet talk Marissa into the clogging shoes but she wouldn’t go for it. Can you believe that? I think it’s the least she owes me since she’s going to Disney World on her honeymoon without me.”
“Well, it is their honeymoon, dearest. I promise I’ll take you there on ours.”
She nearly tripped over her own feet. “Wait. What?”
He continued moving her along like he hadn’t heard her. “I agree it was very shortsighted of Marissa about the clogging shoes though. She wouldn’t have even needed a band with you providing the entertainment.”
“I know, right? But getting back to our honeymoon...”
He dropped her a patient look. “Yes, baby?”
“Jack Brewster, you are not half-assing a proposal. So get that devious thought out of your aggravating gorgeous head.”
“Okay, then I guess I’ll just have to full ass it when the time is right.”
Damn him for being such an adorable jackass. She pressed closer to him and brushed her mouth below his ear. “Speaking of entertainment, meet me in the downstairs bathroom in fifteen minutes.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “You think that’ll be enough time? We still have the pictures to take.”
“Puh-lease. This is me we’re talking about. The One Minute Wonder.”
His chuckle smoky, he swirled his fingertips along the inside of her arm, making her shiver. “Know what I’m wondering?”
“What?”
“If you’re really not wearing panties under that dress.”
Recalling the wicked way she’d teased him earlier in the car, she blew a breath toward his ear. His resulting shudder amped up her devilishness. “Only one way to find out.”
They reached the end of the grass aisle in the rose garden. Rather than turn left, Jack tucked his arm around her waist and prodded her in the opposite direction with a growl. “Fuck it. We can be a little late to the recessional line.”
“I do like the way you think, Brewster.” Laughing at the way he impatiently tugged her along, she hurried up her pace. They reached the south entrance of the inn and he hurried her inside. Fortunately the restroom she’d scoped out for their rendezvous was just around the corner. Otherwise there was a 50/50 chance they would have ripped each other’s clothes off and went to town right there.
He led her into the single stall bathroom and locked the door behind them. “Now where were we?”
“You wanted to know if I’m wearing panties.”
“Ah yes.” Seductive intent darkening his gaze, he dropped onto one knee in front of her.
“I see you’re getting in some practice for that full ass proposal,” she couldn’t resist teasing.
“Hm, possibly.” He lifted her hem and slid his palm along her calf, up further still, a sinful brush of fingers over her inner thigh. She closed her eyes on a blissful sigh as his hand cupped her bare pussy. He glossed his fingers in a persuasive figure-eight across her clit. “You are such a bad girl. Walking around with your delicious cunt wet and ready for me like this.”
His raunchy words instigating her shiver, she glanced down at him, her breath snaring in her throat at the carnality in his hot gaze. He lifted to his feet, bunching her skirt upwards as he straightened. “Do you know what happens when you tempt the Master of Kink, my little kitten?”
“Mm, what?”
“You get fucked. Hard. Deep. Slow. Dirty and nasty as I like it.”
“Oh, God. Do it. Do me. Now. Please.”
He hiked her up onto the pedestal basin, leaving her dress scrunched around her waist. With the number of wrinkles bound to crease the fabric, there wouldn’t be much mystery of what they’d been up to. Like she gave a hot damn.
Jack released his zipper. Holding her entranced stare, he licked his thumb and used the saliva to lube up his cock. Completely not necessary, considering how soaked she was, but it was hella sexy to watch. Undoubtedly the reason he did it. He positioned the scrumptiously fat head of his cock and eased inside her with a fluid pump of his hips. He bottomed her out in one smooth, luscious glide. Not satisfied to end it there, he pulled out slowly and did it all over again. Over and over and over. Until she was white-knuckling the basin and gasping for breath. Hooking her beneath the knees with his arms, he leaned forward and kissed her; the deep, bold caress of his tongue mimicking the lush strokes of his cock.
There was no way she could hold back her orgasm. Not when he was the supreme master at delivering her to the ultimate peak. A fierce tremble wracking her body, she came hard. Came endlessly. His tongue in her mouth was the only thing muffling her ecstatic cries. Needing to take him over the edge with her, she crossed her ankles behind the small of his back, her thighs and her pussy equally engaged in keeping him in a chokehold. The sexy moans and growls rumbling through his chest egging her on, she squeezed her Kegels. As predicted, he cursed a blue streak before succumbing to her evil machinations with the most exquisite drawn out shudder and groan as he came. The pulsing of his cock inside her spurred another small flurry of aftershocks and she wrapped her arms around him, holding on for dear life.
A few minutes later, the intensity of the orgasm mellowed into a glow. She gave a blissful sigh. “You know what?”
He lifted his head and bumped noses with her before brushing her lips with a tender, exploring kiss. “What?”
“Screw it. I don’t need Disney World. You are my happy place.”
His eyes glowing with the same emotion overflowing her heart, he cupped her cheek. “You’re my happy place. You and Sunny are my everything. Is it too soon to do that full ass proposal? Because I’m completely, thoroughly clueless when it comes to how any of this is supposed to go, sweetheart. I don’t want to fuck anything up with you. Not anymore.”
The damn tears started up again. Seriously, it was like a damn faucet up in there. “You’re not fucking it up. It’s perfect. And it’s been eighteen months in the making. I think we’re long overdue for our happy ever after.”
“It took a while.”
“Yes.” Stroking his face, she returned the love radiating back at her and filling her entire being. “But it was oh so worth it.”
Thanks for reading Frisky Business. I hope you enjoyed it! As you might have guessed, I have more books coming down the pipe line in the Kinky Chronicles world. News on that coming soon! In the meantime, I included a special little bonus in the back of this book. Perfect Passion is a sexy little short about Sidney and her Kink Geeks. It was originally released as part of the Just Desserts anthology. I didn’t want anyone who didn’t have a chance to read it to miss out on it, especially since it coincides with the timeline of Frisky Business. *whispers* I already spoiled the end for you but hopefully the sexy parts will make up for it. *wink*
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