The warmth of the sun on my back is what wakes me. The view of Vegas that greets me when I open my eyes is stunning. A wall of windows looking out over the strip. Wow. But I know I’m not here alone. Slowly, I turn over, and there he is. Gorgeous and perfect and still asleep. His hair is falling over his forehead while his head is turned toward me. The sheets are tangled around his thighs, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Not that I need to imagine since I’ve seen it all. But seeing it like this in the morning light is a whole other—and maybe otherworldly—experience.

I can’t believe I had a one-night stand. It’s so unlike me, but at the same time, I’m so happy that I let myself go. I let myself have fun, and my god, the orgasms. There was never a time with Wyatt where our sex life was that…explosive. I feel like I’m always angry now, and even the thought of Wyatt intruding on this perfect morning makes me see red. But I have an outlet right here, and already my body is craving that experience again. There’s a tiny voice in my mind. Why not some more before you leave?

Will’s cock is half-hard as he sleeps, and I slide closer to him across the bed. His breathing is deep and even, and I can’t keep the smile off my face. I’ve always wanted to wake someone up this way. Wyatt never wanted me to disturb his sleep and he never liked morning sex. I have an inkling that morning sex might be Will’s favorite kind. He stirs as I wrap my fingers around his cock, and I watch his chest and then his face as his breathing hitches. His cock hardens under my hand, and he makes a low sound that tells me he’s waking up and that he likes it.

I laugh softly and shift my body so I have better access to his cock. This is something I didn’t get to do last night, and I want to. I want to taste him. I wrap my lips around his head, and suddenly, I’m blinded by a flash from my finger, wrapped around his cock. What the fuck? I jerk away from Will, and look down at my hand, a very big and what looks like a very real diamond shining on my left hand. Oh my god, what did I do? I remember kissing Will, I remember him fucking me into pleasurable oblivion, but I don’t remember this.

“I don’t think there’s a better way to wake up than with a gorgeous woman’s mouth on your cock, until she stops. I’d love it if you kept going.” His voice is rough with sleep and I look up to find a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

My mouth is still hanging open, and I turn my hand to face him. “What is this?”

“A ring.”

“Why does it look like an engagement ring?”

He grins. “Because we couldn’t get matching wedding bands, so we decided to just go with that one for now.”

“I don’t think we decided anything. Please tell me that this is a practical joke or something.”

He stops smiling for a second. “What do you remember from last night?”

“I remember the club, and coming here, and…” I blush, “a lot of sex. That’s about it until now.”

“Hmm.” Will rolls towards me and pulls me back down and rolls me over so he’s hovering above me. His hand strokes down my cheek, and even that simple touch sends my heart racing. I know what follows his simple touches and my whole body is craving that exquisite pleasure. “Then I get the happy task,” he says, “of reminding you that you’re my wife. Now and forever.”

My stomach drops, and I laugh. It comes out slightly hysterical. “I don’t even know your last name. How can I possibly be married to you?”

“Well, I suppose you should know since it’s your last name now too, Mrs. Herrington.”

“This is insane.”

Will kisses me gently, “Is it so crazy? I think stranger things have happened.”

“I just—I can’t…”

“Remember what I said last night? That you know someone is going to affect you? You affect me, Sandy. Do we know each other well? No. But there’s no denying the chemistry we have. And that’s only going to grow with time.”

I shake my head, trying to clear it. He’s so close, and I love that he’s so close. But married? Married? “This is a lot to process.”

“I can imagine.” He grins, and it transforms his face into something even more breathtaking. “You and I,” he says, “are amazing.”

“I don’t know, Will.”

He leans close and presses a kiss to my neck, “I look forward to burying myself in you every night and every morning.” His words are low and husky, his breath causing goosebumps on my skin. “Our bodies already know each other better than I’ve known anyone, and that’s all I need to know for now. Everything else will come with time. And as your husband, I promise to make you come more times than you ever imagined you would.”

His words set a fire low in my belly. This is crazy, right? How can I be turned on by this, when I’ve just had the second-biggest shock of my life? Will rolls us over so I’m on top. “I expect nothing less than a marriage filled with pleasure. For both of us. Every day. Over and over again.” The heat in his eyes is enough to make my stomach flip in anticipation, and a wicked little smirk plays on his lips. “But to show you exactly what I mean, let’s go back to where you left off.”

He guides me down his body, and my imagination is running wild with his words. It’s hard for me to imagine topping last night’s seemingly endless string of orgasms, but I think that’s one field that Will could definitely prove me wrong in. I’m so busy remembering the way he pleasured me last night—with his mouth, with his hands, with his cock—that it takes me a second to realize that I’m face to face again with that same cock.

I glance up towards his face and his wicked grin. There are two choices. I could refuse. Leave. Demand an immediate annulment and never see him again. Or I can stay just a little bit longer. I can let him give me the pleasure my body so desperately wants. Just for today. I can find an answer to this problem a little bit later. Honestly, there’s no question. I’ve never felt what I feel with Will, and if there’s one last chance to have an experience with him, I’m going to take it. As if Will suddenly senses my decision, his smile grows. “Give me your mouth, baby.”

I do. I sink down onto him and let him fill me up, the guttural groan that he makes sending a surge of arousal straight to my pussy. I wrap my hands around him again, squeezing. He’s so hard, smooth and long. I love the feel of him. I didn’t get to touch him like this last night, and I can’t deny that I like it.

“God, you’re so good at this.” He says as I drew my lips up his shaft, sucking. “Use your tongue on me. Lick me.”

Focusing my tongue, I swirl it around the head of his cock, teasing him. I lick all the way down to his balls and back, and his cock jerks with every little flick of my tongue. I take him deep again, and he moans. “I love your mouth. I love that it belongs to me now.” Will’s hands are in my hair, guiding me deeper, helping me keep pace. He moves me faster, and I let him, aroused by his words and the fact that he’s showing me exactly what he wants from me.

Will’s breath is short, and his hips are moving up into my mouth while he holds my head still. I’m so wet that I feel it between my thighs. Wyatt never turned me on like this, and I’m not sure why I’m so turned on by Will taking control, of him staking his claim. But I am. “My perfect, slutty wife with her lips wrapped around my cock,” he says, voice strained as he fucks my mouth faster. I suck his cock hard as he thrusts into my mouth, and he groans, hips jerking. He slips out of my mouth as he comes, and it splashes across his stomach. He groans again, and I watch the mess being made, fascinated as it paints his tan skin.

He relaxes, his eyes opening to look at me, hands still in my hair. “I want you to taste me,” he says. “Lick me clean.”

And even though I’m blushing, I do exactly as he asks. I don’t know if it’s the sensual promise in his eyes, the way my body feels on the brink of breaking into orgasm, or just that I desperately want to taste him for myself, but I do it. The salt of his cum and the taste of his skin mix perfectly, and I lick up every drop. I’m hot and embarrassed and aroused. Not to mention fucking married.

Will pulls me back up his body. “You’ve got a naughty mouth, wife.” The compliment makes me blush and smile, even if being called his wife is confusing and unreal. “Your turn.”

It’s not the first time I’m impressed by his strength. He lifts me up as if I weigh nothing, bringing my hips up and planting my pussy firmly over his mouth. He doesn’t waste any time, and the onslaught of his lips and tongue make me gasp. It feels like I’m on fire, pleasure licking its way up my limbs until I can’t see straight. Will focuses on my clit, swirling his tongue around it and bringing his lips in to suck just there. I have to reach out and grab the headboard to keep myself upright. And just when I think I’m almost there, he moves me again, pulling me higher, and suddenly his mouth and tongue slide down to my ass.

I gasp and try to lift myself away, but he doesn’t let me, his fingers only tighten on my legs. No one’s ever done this to me. I would have never let them. There are nerves waking up I never thought could be pleasured. Will’s tongue licks and probes, exploring, and he moves me, letting his tongue glide in strokes all the way from my ass to my clit. The swirl of sensation is too much, the combination bringing me to the edge. His lips seal over my clit again, and I have to close my eyes. I’m almost there, so close it feels like I can reach out and touch it.

Pleasure is ricocheting through me, that glorious countdown to the explosion. Will lifts me away from him for only a second. “You’re my filthy wife, aren’t you? My slutty little wife.”

His mouth crashes onto me again, and I’m so torn apart by the sensation that I can barely form words. “Yes.”

“Say it.” He freezes. I’m so close to finishing, to going over the edge that I moan. I move my hips to try to get closer to him, but it doesn’t work. He’s staring up at me expectantly, and I know that he won’t let me come until I say it. “I’m your filthy wife,” I say. It comes out breathless.

Will runs his tongue across me in one long, slow, lick, circling my clit until I come apart. Fiery pleasure rips through me, and I collapse down over him. He teases me with his mouth until I’m shaking, delicious bursts of pleasure accompanying every stroke. When the pleasure leaves, I’m panting and gasping. Will turns me over on the bed, stroking down my body with his hands before he kisses me. The taste of me is still on his tongue and it’s so strange and so fucking hot. “Maybe I’ll take you like that every morning,” he muses, lips now at my ear. “Or from behind. Or while you’re squirming underneath me. However it is, I plan on giving you thousands of orgasms in the future.”

I’m still blindsided by the idea that I’m bound to this man, even though the thought of thousands of orgasms doesn’t sound terrible.

“There are two bathrooms in the suite. You can use one and I’ll take the other,” he smirks, standing and showing off that gorgeous body and the fact that he’s fully hard again. “I’d offer to share, but I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

I nod, completely speechless. The view of his ass as he walks away toward the bathroom could win awards; it’s so good. God, what is happening right now? I flop back onto the bed and cover my face with my hands. Did I really get married? Is it legal? I mean, it’s a Vegas wedding. I didn’t think drunk marriages happened like this in real life. Only in romantic comedies and sitcoms. Couldn’t the people at the chapel or wherever the hell we got married tell that we were drunk? Or that I was drunk?

I get up and look around. My dress is tossed over a chair, which is different than what I remember, because the first time we had sex all our clothes ended up on the floor. There are the remnants of room service—champagne and fruit and what looks like part of a hamburger. I see my purse on the couch across the room and grab it. Fumbling around inside it, I pull out my phone. I don’t have the slightest clue what time it is.

Shit. It’s almost ten-thirty and I have approximately a million texts from Anna, Elizabeth, and Naomi, all asking whether I’m still alive and whether or not they should call the police. I hit Anna’s name and let it ring.

“Oh, good,” she answers. “You’re not dead.”

“Nope, not dead,” I say, trying to sound upbeat. “I just woke up a little while ago.”

She snickers. “Still with Mr. Delicious?”

“Yeah, he’s in the shower, where I’m about to be.”

“‘Okay. We’re thinking we’d have brunch at the place from yesterday before we head to the airport. You in?”

I nod even though she can’t see me. “Yeah. Let me get my shit together, and I’ll be there. Order me an omelette if I’m late.”

“Will do. See you in a few.”

I get myself into the shower and spend some time just resting under the flow of hot water. The ring sparkles in the stream of water. I keep searching my memory for any sign of this, for any of what must have led up to it, but there’s nothing. Just what feels like a blank space. It’s disconcerting. It’s even more disconcerting and saddening that I missed my own wedding. I spent so much time planning my wedding to Wyatt, and I never got to have that one, and now I wake up married to Will and it’s like I never got that wedding either. Maybe I cursed myself somehow. I smack the tiles in the shower. Again. And again. It feels good to let some of the anger out. Every time I think of him it’s there, and given the fact that we’d been together for almost three years, and all of those memories are mixed with him, he comes to mind a lot. I smack the wall again. Whatever happened last night, this can’t. We’ll have to deal with an annulment later, but I can’t be married to a man that I’ve known for less than twelve hours, no matter how good he happens to be in bed.

I towel off and put on my bra. I can’t seem to find my underwear though.

The memory comes flooding back of Will holding them to his nose and putting them in his pocket. Oh, well. I have more underwear at my hotel. I shimmy into my dress and head back out into the main room to find my high heels. Lots of firsts today: First time going commando in a dress, first time doing the walk of shame, first day of being married…

“I had this delivered last night, so you don’t have to wear the same clothes.” Will’s voice comes from behind me and I jump. When I turn, he’s smiling. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He’s holding a sundress on a hangar. It’s simple and pretty, a deep green that I actually think will look good on me. “Thanks,” I say, taking it from him.

I step into the bathroom to slip it on, and I hear his voice outside. “I thought it might be fun to go shopping today. Vegas is full of amazing stores, and I can’t imagine a better start to a honeymoon than spoiling you.”

The dress fits perfectly, and I fold up the other one so I can put it in my purse. I don’t meet his eyes as I head over to the couch and my shoes. “I can’t go shopping today. I’m meeting my friends for brunch in a few minutes and my flight home leaves this afternoon.” I feel an odd bubble of anxiety as I finish buckling my shoes and stand to face him. “This was a mistake. I had a really great time with you, but I don’t know you. I can’t be married to a man I haven’t even known for a day. This isn’t a movie. I’m sure that no chapel in the world would let people get married when they’re that drunk. This can be undone and we can both go back to our separate lives. I promise you don’t want to be married to me.” I take off the giant ring and hold it out towards him.

Will is quiet for a second before he takes a step toward me and takes my hand. He folds the ring inside my palm, refusing to take it. Then, repeating the gesture from last night when he met me, he lifts my hand to his lips. I can’t help but notice that freshly showered and in a new, light colored suit, he looks as tempting as ever. He reaches out with his other hand, pulling me close and tangling his hand in my hair. My body reacts before I can stop it, melting into the kiss he places on my lips. At first it’s chaste, nothing but lips on lips, but that doesn’t last long. He deepens the kiss, throwing all the passion from last night into it, and I find myself kissing him back, a moan coming from my throat.

I make myself break away from the kiss, but Will doesn’t let me go. “I know you don’t know me well, Sandy. But there is one thing you should know about me. I don’t ever do something that I’m not completely sure of. Not even if I’m so drunk I can’t stand up. So know this, I know you, or I know you enough to be absolutely sure that this is the right thing, so we’re halfway there. And I’m willing to spend every day for the rest of our lives making sure you know every part of me,” he smirks, “especially the naughty bits. So we’ll go to brunch together and you can grill me over mimosas.”

His speech stirs something deep in my gut. His absolute confidence that this not a mistake, there’s something mesmerizing about it. “You don’t have to come with me. And how can you be so sure about a person after only twelve hours? This kind of thing doesn’t happen in real life. I was with someone for two years and it turns out that I didn’t really know him at all.”

There’s a stormy look in his eyes. “I would never do that to you.”

Will turns away, and I look down at the carpet. Once upon a time, Wyatt had sworn that too. I thought we would be together forever. So much for that. “As for real life,” he says, picking up a packet of papers from the table, “I’m afraid we’re legit.”

He hands the papers to me, even though I already know what they are. A freshly printed marriage license from the state of Nevada, with both of our names displayed prominently. And on one of the bottom lines, a scrawl that is unmistakably my signature, even if it’s a little messier than usual. “I don’t understand,” I say. “As much as you say you know me, you don’t. Not really. Why would you want to be married to a stranger? It’s easy to fix this.”

“I don’t want it fixed,” Will says simply.

“But why?”

The smile fades from his face, disappearing into something utterly sincere. “What do you feel when you look at me?” My eyes flicker to everything in the room but him, but everything reminds me of him, the unmade bed, the leftover food, his shirt still hanging off a chair.

“Sandy,” his fingers come gently under my chin and guide my face back to him. “What do you feel when you look at me?”

“I don’t know,” I admit. “I’m confused and anxious, but I’m still attracted to you.”

The faintest smile appears. “There’s something between us. We both knew it last night. This was always going to be more than just a one-night stand.” He pulls me in again, and I let him. His cheek presses against mine and his words are soft, comforting. “Forget about marriage for one second. Aside from that, I’m sure that I want to be with you. To have you know me, and for me to know you better. We both know that if I don’t come with you, you’ll disappear. Please, let me come with you. Let’s see where it goes before we end something that could be amazing.”

His words ease the knot of anxiety that had built up in my chest and I can breathe again. That I can do. Not a forever commitment. Not yet. Just seeing where it goes. Brunch. “Okay.”