“Kevin.” Ana laughed, watching me jump from the bed with my arms tossed high in victory.

I looked at her sitting on the bed with the sheet still clutched to her chest, a big smile pulling at her lips. “Fuck, I’m so happy.” I thought I would burst when she tipped her head back and laughed. “Better lose that sheet, Ana. Get some clothes on because we’re going to the courthouse and I’m not leaving until you’re Mrs. Harding.”

She shook her head and bit her lips, still smiling. I had to hold back from pouncing on her and biting them myself. “Can I at least shower first?” She cocked an eyebrow. “I need to clean up a little bit after last night.”

“Fine, but I get to join you.” Before I even finished speaking she was shaking her head.

“Huh-uh. I don’t think so.” I furrowed my brow at her. “It’s my wedding day, you can wait until tonight.”

I let out a growl as she dropped the sheet and waltzed her naked ass into the bathroom, swaying it extra hard to torment me. When I heard the water start, I quickly pulled up my computer and booked the tickets to Jamaica. Picking the latest flight to ensure we had time to get there. Then I found a hotel and booked us one with a bungalow on the beach.

Tonight, I would be slipping inside my wife as the waves crashed outside our door. But until then. . .

I turned toward the bathroom, listening to the water. Imagined it sliding down her small curves. It was too much. I needed to be with her. I didn’t have to fuck her yet, but I could at least help her get ready and shower.

I opened the shower door and stepped in.

“Kevin,” she gasped. “I told you, no sex until after the ceremony.”

“That’s fine, but you can’t keep me from taking care of what’s mine. Now turn around so I can wash your hair.”

Her eyes softened, and she leaned up on her toes to kiss me. I knew how much she loved when I took control. Bathing her was one of our favorite things. I poured shampoo into my hands before massaging it in her hair. Her moans of pleasure made my dick hard, and I had to stop myself from pressing it between her cheeks.

I rinsed the shampoo and repeated the process with the conditioner. She kept her eyes closed the whole time, but they snapped open when my hands landed on her skin.

“I didn’t want to waste time with your loofah,” I said with a smirk. “My hands are so much more efficient.”

I began at her feet and worked up her legs, loving the way her hands dug into my shoulders for support. I took my time, teasing all around the apex of her thighs, before quickly swiping past all the good parts and moving up to her body.

“Fucking tease,” she ground out.

“You said no sex before the wedding,” I reminded her.

“You’re still a fucking tease.”

Leaning down to kiss her, I swallowed her gasp of pain when I roughly pinched her nipples. “This is teasing, Ana.” I pinched her again and held on for a bit before letting go and turning her to wash her back, quickly finishing.

“Why am I marrying you again?” she asked, flushed from my touch.

I smiled and washed myself. “Because you love me. Now, let’s dry off and get ready.”

I left her to dry herself and went to the closet to pick out a suit for today. I almost decided to forgo the tie, but decided to wear it, just in case I had an opportunity to tie her up.

“What am I supposed to wear?” she asked, standing at the door of the closet. I looked at her long legs peeking out from under the towel and made my way up to her breasts barely held in by the material.

“Go sit on the bed. I’ll bring you something.”

She nodded, warmth and a happy contentment radiating from her gaze. Scanning her side of the closet, I looked for the more formal summer dress I knew she had. I grabbed it and left the closet, grabbing a pair of white lace panties from the dresser.

She watched me move across the room and kneel in front of her. I prompted her to lift her feet and slipped the thin material onto her legs and slowly worked them up, urging her to stand before finally setting the thong in place.

“Kevin, I can dress myself.”

“I’m going to dress what’s mine.”

Her chest rose and fell on a heavy breath as a blush stained her cheeks. I stood and grabbed the dress from the bed, lowering again for her to step into it. My hands dragged up her body, touching as much as I could as I pulled it in place, resting the spaghetti straps on her soft shoulders.

“What about a bra?” She sounded breathless and on edge.

“Don’t need one.” My tone left no room for argument. Ana’s breasts were a perfect size and the dress’s top had a thicker material, so she really didn’t need one. “I like the idea of being able to see your nipples harden throughout the day.” I held the underside of each breast softly, over the material of her dress before leaning down and pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to each mound exposed by the shallow V of her dress.

“Do you remember the last time I wore this dress?”

One eyebrow rose as I smiled at her. “Do I? I remember everything about you, Ana.”

“You were drinking that night. I didn’t know if you remembered it all.”

“Oh, I remembered every moment. Every word.”

We’d gone to Florida with my parents. Ana had needed to grab something from the car and I’d made some excuse to head to our room. I’d rounded the car just as she closed the door and pulled her back to my front.

“Kevin,” she’d gasped when I began pulling the chiffon material up above her waist. “What are you doing? Anyone could see us.”

No one could have seen us in the dark on the far side of the car unless they were looking.

“I can’t wait for tonight. I need to fuck you now.”

I’d quickly undone my pants and pulled her panties to the side, pushing inside her roughly, knowing she wasn’t completely ready. But the gush of wetness mixed with her cry of pain let me know she was getting there. She threw a hand out to support herself on the roof of the car as the other hand went to her mouth, struggling to hold back her cries.

I’d reached my hand out, intertwining my fingers over hers and ruthlessly fucked her, biting onto her ear.

“See that finger right there, Anabelle?” Her hair brushed against my lips as she’d nodded. “I’m going to put a ring on it. I’m going to own every part of you and announce it to the world. I’m going to marry you.”

I had drunk a bit much that night, but I wasn’t concerned. We’d just gotten back together a month prior to that, but I’d wanted her for as long as I could remember, and I had no fear of scaring her away with my intentions. I didn’t think she minded considering she came as soon as the words had left my mouth.

I’d pulled out of her and immediately came against the globes of her ass, letting splatters of cum land on the soft white material of her dress.

“I think it’s fitting that this is the dress you marry me in,” I said.

“You’re lucky I’m good at getting stains out so I can wear it still.”

I smacked her bottom and nodded my head toward the door.

“Come on future Mrs. Harding. Let’s get married.”

And then the phone rang.

I snatched it off the dresser and hit decline as soon as I saw work’s number. The second time it rang, I let it go all the way to voice mail, but then it rang again.

“Aren’t you going to get that?” Ana asked.

“No. It’s work, and I already explained to them I wasn’t available.”

“Kevin, it’s been three calls in a row. It seems important.” It rang again in my hand. “Just pick it up. It could be a simple question.”

Letting out a heavy sigh, I clicked accept. “Hello?”

“Kevin, we need you here ASAP,” my co-worker’s voice demanded urgently through the line.

“No can do, Jean. I’ve already let everyone know who needs to that I’m not coming in until Tuesday.”

“Well, that’s tough shit, Kevin. We need your signature today. Now.”

“Jean, I said—”

“That bid we’ve been working on for the past three months?” she cut in. “We got it. But they’re not waiting. They said we either sign today or they go elsewhere.”

I ran my hands through my hair and turned away from Ana’s questioning eyes. “Fuck.”

“Yeah. Sorry to ruin your vacation day, but this needs to happen.”

Grimacing, I turned to Ana. “Let me talk to, Ana.” I held my hand over the mouth piece and explained.

“Just a signature?”

“Just a signature. I should be in and out.”

She smiled and stepped up to me, resting her hands on my chest. “Then let’s not waste any more time and get it done so we can get married.”

“I love you,” I said before pecking at her lips. “Jean,” I barked. “One signature, then I’m out.”