The church looks beautiful, and the spring time air is warm, the scent of flowers wafting in from the trees outside. I feel a little cooped up in my suit, but that’s okay. Today isn’t about me.

It’s not really about Kat either, although it’s a very big deal for her. With her sister happily married and our own relationship being on track, today’s sort of the capstone to her own circle of trust.

It’s one more sign that fairy tales can happen. One night, after we made love, we laid in the dark and she explained a theory about happiness being an island in a sea of misery, comparing love to a small Styrofoam cup. I hadn’t really understood the whole significance of her theory, but I promised to make our island the biggest, happiest one I could and she smiled as she fell asleep in my arms. I decided that meant I was doing good. It’s a growing process for us both.

Her whole life, she’s been betrayed by every man who she’s ever given her heart to. And while I’ve not been perfect, I don’t think any man is, the worst I’ve done over the past few months was forget to pick up Chinese takeout for dinner one night when she asked me to. Thankfully, the local spot down on the corner delivers in ten minutes flat.

Still, she’s had a lifetime of insecurities and fears to get over, and we’ve conquered them together. I finally knew she was totally over it when she unpacked her last bag and turned in her key for her old place. No need to worry about a place to go, or needing to leave because I’ve hurt her. Since then . . .

“Hey,” Kat teases, looking so beautiful in her dress that I have a hard time taking my eyes off her. “You’re daydreaming.”

“Can you blame me?” I ask, taking in her peach colored curves. We’re in the back, there’s still time before the ceremony starts, and I’m helping her with last-minute adjustments. “This sort of thing . . . let’s face it, I get off on this sort of stuff.”

Kat smiles, and turns to snuggle against me. She’s not perfect, she’s flawed and there’s always going to be those little dark places in her heart. But they’re fading day by day in the light of our love, pure and never-ending. “You big softie.”

“Hey, I did my cardio last night.” I tease back with a wink. “At least, you didn’t complain then.”

Kat chuckles and hugs me tighter. “Okay, time to get ready. You’re sitting up front, right?”

“Right,” I reply, giving her another squeeze. “In fact, if I want that prime seat . . . tell your mom to have fun today. And tell Jess that you’re a far hotter bridesmaid than she is.”

Kat smiles, and pats my chest. “Go on, no need to kiss my . . . well, not right now at least.”

I laugh and head into the sanctuary, settling into a seat in the second row on the bride’s side. I’ve come to know most of Kat’s family, and I’m sure I’d be accepted in the front row if I asked, but I guess I’m still sort of old-fashioned that way. Front row is for family only.

The church fills up, and when the music starts I stand along with everyone else to turn and watch the procession. When Kat comes down the aisle my mouth goes dry she’s so stunning, even though I just saw her earlier. The sunlight streams through the high stained glass window behind her, making her hair glow with inner health and beauty, truly my angel.

Watching her, the peach fades, replaced with white and lace, and I imagine her walking toward me. Yeah, according to stereotypes women are supposed to be the ones who fantasize about weddings . . . but I’m fine being a romantic at heart. Maybe that’s why I’m so good at being the Love Whisperer. In fact, that makes me more than fine with being romantic, I’m damn proud of it.

During the whole ceremony, I know that Kat’s mom and her man say things, but my eyes never leave Kat, even after Jessie catches me staring and smirks, elbowing her little sister.

At the reception, as soon as I can I have Kat in my arms on the dance floor, swaying to a slow song from back in the day. I’m not downing it, hell, I’ve played a little Vanessa Williams on The Love Whisperer from time to time myself

“You know . . . you’re the most beautiful woman in the room,” I tell her as we move to the music.

“Thank you,” Kat replies. “Although you should occasionally blink. It’ll help with those love goggles you’ve got on.”

I laugh lightly, and pull her in tight, lowering my voice intentionally, adding a little growl of gravel to the velvety smoothness so that it vibrates against her ear. “And that dress is something else. Makes me wonder what you’ve got on underneath it.”

Kat casually shimmies in my arms, winking. “Is that a question? Remember that red set with the cami and boy shorts?”

My eyes glaze over as I think of that special set. Sure, we’ve bought other, sexier sets together, but that first set we played together with, the way I’d slipped the strap off her honeyed skin with my teeth . . . it’s special. My cock thickens in my pants, and I nod softly.

Kat sees I’m in la-la land and chuckles. “Well, this dress is way too strappy and low-cut for that . . . or any bra at all. But those boy shorts, the ones you love because they show the bottom curve on the outside of my cheeks and are so sheer you can see every bit of my pussy? I’ve got on those . . . and nothing else.”

“Fuck, Kitty Kat,” I groan, pulling her closer. “Every damn day, you know just how to drive me wild. Your mom and Bob better cut the damn cake or I’m sneaking you out of here early for another peek and nibble of that delectable ass.”

“Well, I suppose you could have some frosting . . . before your dessert,” she purrs. “But I’m thinking the same thing as you.”

“So everyone, that wraps up another evening. I’d like to thank everyone for joining me, Derrick King, for The Love Whisperer. I’ll be taking a few days off, but don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of stuff recorded for you. Tomorrow’s show is a special episode on weddings: the good, the bad, the Bridezillas. So, until I’m back, love yourself and each other. Goodnight.”

The song starts, and I reach over, flicking off my radio and putting my stuff away. The office is almost totally deserted, but that’s fine, I enjoy having these hours with just Derrick in my ear as I do my work. I guess going two for two on number one rated apps across multiple platforms and another expected hit with our new game gets me a few extra benefits, and one of them is I get to pick my own hours now . . . except for meetings.

I’m going to keep riding this for a while longer. I’m motivated, and taking a risk in doing another solo app after we wrap the game, but that’s okay. A simple, easy to use standalone program that helps you lockdown your devices and prevent spyware is something that’s been in the PC market for a while, but keeps being ignored in the mobile market. No longer, not when I’m done.

It’s a high-profile project because while the inspiration came from our incident, the potential implementations could be amazing in securing governmental agency phones from tapping. I told Derrick that we could be the first beta-testers because since the big deal with Susannah, we haven’t been as bold in phone conversations or FaceTime. We save our real dirty talk for the bedroom when it’s just the two of us, with the phones in the other room. Still, we both miss the little thrill that comes from showing off for each other.

Getting behind the wheel of my car, I catch the end of the outro music for The Love Whisperer, then change the channel. The new show format has been awesome, simpler and more conversational with just Derrick. He’s still got a producer, I talked with her once when I called in, but they decided to skip the co-host role and now the on-air is all Derrick.

People seem even more responsive now that they know he’s happily in a relationship. It was rocky there at first when he lost the ‘available’ appeal, but people have come around, and he says it adds believability to his advice, even though he’s always been pretty spot-on. According to Derrick, after the initial short-term dip, his ratings are stronger than ever. So much so that the bigwigs have been talking to him and Quincy about going the syndication route, and he even got invited to LA to be a guest panel member for some TV show. He hasn’t decided about either opportunity yet though, saying he’s happy with what he’s got at work and at home.

I get home and change quickly, missing the sensation of having him here. We’ve both been working so hard the last few weeks, getting the programming just right on a difficult segment of coding, and Derrick’s been tied up with recording his extra shows so he can do some extra project that he’s been really secretive on. A few months ago, I would have been worried, distrustful . . . but that was then. Now, love and trust are together, and I’ve never doubted his intentions for a moment.

“Besides,” I murmur as I quickly change clothes, “the good mornings and even better nights are that much sweeter when we spend every spare moment wrapped up in each other’s arms, whispering dirty things in each other’s ears.”

I’m just slipping on my sexiest heels, not for height reasons but just because I know Derrick likes my legs in these, when he comes in from work. “Hey babe. Good show. Loved the caller who wanted advice on self toys.”

Derrick comes over and gives me a kiss on the cheek, hugging me from behind. “Thanks,” he growls, nibbling at my ear and sending tingles down my spine. “Fuck, you’re so damn gorgeous, Kitty Kat. Those heels make me want to bend you over and lick down the line of your legs before flipping you onto your back and making them become ‘in the air’ shoes.

I raise an eyebrow, moaning lightly as he licks at the curve of my earlobe and traces a single fingertip along my upper thigh. “Why aren’t we doing that, then? Let’s stay home, order in and change into something more . . . comfortable while you get a taste of my pussy and I get a sip of your cream. Then we can eat to regain our strength, and fuck again . . . all night long.”

Derrick moans and kisses my neck again before releasing me and stepping back. “I wanted to do this differently, more . . . something, but I can’t wait anymore.”

Reaching into his jacket, Derrick takes out a plain black jewelry box. It’s narrow, but I don’t care about the box . . . I care about the look in his eyes and the love in his heart as he opens the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. It’s not gaudy, it’s classic, a simple platinum band with a single square cut diamond in the middle. “Derrick . . ..”

He takes my hand, kissing my knuckles softly. “Kat, you thought you didn’t deserve a fairytale, that it was rare. And while it’s true it is rare, you most definitely deserve the happy ever after and I hope that you’ll choose to spend it with me, as my wife.”

There’s no other answer I can give, except a choked nod, and a small squeal of excitement. “Yes . . . with all my heart, yes.”

Derrick slips the ring on my finger before sweeping me up in his arms, spinning me around. “That’s my Kitty Kat. Thank you for giving me my dream.”

I hug him tightly, kissing his lips hard. “No . . . thank you. Thank you for showing me that I didn’t need a fairy tale fantasy, what I needed was real love from a real man. After that, the dream will happen on it’s on.”

Our kiss deepens, my silky dress letting me slide down Derrick’s body as our joy quickly mixes with intense heat. I can feel his cock already hardening for me, and my nipples are stiff and electric against the slick fabric. Getting on my knees, I look up at him. “Now, I think I want to start our celebration. You can call the delivery guy while I have a suck of your big-”

“Don’t say it . . . unless you want me to be too distracted to order,” Derrick chuckles. “Mmm . . . sexy, smart, loving, mine, and oh so dirty in a good way. My Kitty Kat.”

I reach for his waistband, undoing his belt while I grin. “I want General Tso’s chicken. And as for you being distracted . . . well, just think, after our food you can bend me over the couch and fuck me any way you want. But first I’m going to enjoy a taste of this amazing cock.”

I draw the word out the way I always do for him, knowing that it’s driven him crazy since day one, still does today, and hopefully will for many more happy years of dirty talk.

His cock pops free, and I look up at him. He grins down at me, telling me what he knows I want to hear. “Go on, Kitty Kat. Suck my cock down your pretty little throat like my naughty girl.”

My mouth waters, and I immediately swallow him whole. Dirty? Maybe, but nothing could be better.

We’ll have to call the family to tell them the news . . . later.