“Aaron! Oh fuck,” I whimpered before stifling the sound with my hand. Once I regained control of my mouth, I whispered, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

A grunt followed by a muffled, “Why the hell not?”

“Isn’t it bad luck? Plus it’s completely—ahh!—inappropriate!”

My eyes were screwed shut, but I could hear the sound of fabric rustling before his clear voice whispered, “Might want to cover your mouth, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to attract any unnecessary attention, would we?”

I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning as his fingers took over where his tongue left off. It was obvious that I was doing a terrible job at keeping the sounds at bay and soon enough, his warm palm was covering my lips to assist.

Satisfied by the reduction in noise, he sped up. He slammed two fingers into my pussy and twisted them into lewd circles. My hips writhed as my eyes rolled back in my head.

But when the pad of his thumb touched my clit and flicked back and forth while his fingers continued, I almost screamed. My entire body started to shake and Aaron leaned up to groan against the shell of my ear.

“Do you have any idea how breathtaking you are? I know it’s inappropriate, but I couldn’t stop myself—I can’t fucking believe you’re mine. I love you so much, Jessa.”

I whimpered against his hand. Even if my mouth hadn’t been covered, I knew I wouldn’t have been able to respond. I was too lost in the sensations. Too close to that inevitable peak.

Maybe that was the point. Maybe he wanted to tell me those things because it wasn’t about getting a compliment in return—it was about me and my pleasure. It was about pushing me closer.

He succeeded with flying colors.

“Ah, there we go,” he praised as he felt my walls tightening. “That’s it, baby. Let go. Come for me.”

I moaned and twisted my hips so hard I almost fell off the edge of the sink. Aaron pinned me up with his strong thigh, showing no mercy as I came completely undone.

Just as I started to spasm and shudder, he bent back to my ear and teasingly whispered, “Here comes the bride.”

And I did. There—dressed in my wedding gown and pressed against a bathroom sink only twenty minutes before my walk down the aisle—I came hard around his fingers.

Mona would be proud.

Hell, she’d probably figure it out as soon as she saw me. As I came down from my high and Aaron eased his palm from my lips, I twisted my neck back to take a look at myself in the mirror.

Lipstick smeared from his lips and palm, hair askew, face flushed with a post-orgasm glow… Yeah. This wasn’t getting past the notice of my bridal party.

“Beautiful.”

I looked back to Aaron, who was toying with a strand of hair that had come loose at some point during our inappropriate tryst. The loving way he gazed at me made the fear of what the others might say evaporate into thin air.

Still, I was a little peeved at his timing. I slapped his chest, scowling as I asked, “Couldn’t you wait until after the ceremony at least?”

Aaron shook his head and I rolled my eyes. As he backed away, I couldn’t help but notice the massive hard-on straining against his slacks.

“Please tell me you have a plan to get rid of that. My grandmother is out there, Aaron.”

“Don’t worry. You go touch up your makeup or whatever it is you need to do. I’ll take care of this.”

“You… Are you seriously about to jack off in here?”

“You got a better idea?”

I stared at his raised eyebrow, totally flabbergasted. But all I could really do was laugh and raise my hands in surrender.

“All right, you take care of it. I’ll return the favor later—when we don’t have a hundred guests waiting for us.”

“Wait.” Aaron caught my arm after I turned to leave and pulled me back to him. “Leave this down, yeah?”

His fingers came up to touch the tendril of hair he had been fondling before. I almost asked why until I saw the serene smile on his face. In an instant, I understood.

A private moment between us with this one lock of hair as proof. A promise of things to come later in the evening and the rest of our lives after that. Something he could visibly see and take comfort in during the ceremony and reception.

We might have been madly in love, but we were both still a little nervous about the wedding itself.

I rested my palms on his cheeks and said, “I love you, you know that?”

He pulled my left hand from his face to his lips, kissing my knuckles before pressing a gentle kiss to my engagement ring.

“And I love you… wife.”

“I’m not your wife yet,” I teased. “I still have time to become a runaway bride if you take too long jerking off in here.”

He slapped my ass and I squealed in surprise.

“Better get moving then. Oh, and before you go? If you run—I will chase you.”

“You promise?”

“To the end of the world.”

The message was clear: This is forever.