Chapter 33

Elsa

Chocolate ganache and strawberries peel off me and cascade down my couture wedding gown.

I paid a fucking fortune for this custom-designed dress, tailoring it to my massive bump, and now, it’s imprinted with wedding cake.

They warned me that a wedding dress is only a one-time wear and that I shouldn’t have spent as much as I did on it. But it’s my fucking wedding dress, and I will not be seen in anything less than spectacular.

Despite my body not being exactly how I pictured it would be on my wedding day, it’s still my—our—wedding day.

And I will—and do—look drop dead gorgeous.

But as I’m learning, life with Tanner is always an adventure. And one that I’ll never be able to plan for, so a few alterations will be needed occasionally.

I grab a handful of wedding cake, decorated with pink and white roses, and chuck it at Tanner’s face.

Distracted by my last successful hit, he barely notices, and it splatters on him. He gasps in surprise, and I laugh hysterically.

He looks so damn good in that tuxedo, especially now, covered in the finest and most delicious cake I’ve ever tasted.

If we weren’t in the middle of a cake fight, I would’ve taken a fork and eaten the cake all by myself—well, with the help of our baby. It’s a special occasion after all, and mommy does have her cravings.

Picking cake off his face, he slides a piece into his mouth, eats it, and licks his fingers one by one, his steel eyes penetrating me as he does, and my body convulses with desire.

His powers will never cease to amaze me. I’m dripping wet, hot, and needy as we’re standing in a church garden, surrounded by tulips and hydrangea bushes, and smothered in wedding cake.

Watching him work his magic, my eyes glaze over in heat. He’s a treat for the eyes. And I’d be more than happy to have him as an accompaniment to the cake.

Tanner and chocolate—a woman’s real-life fantasy.

He lunges toward me, and I run away from him.

“No, Tanner! Stop!” I laugh, loving how playful we are.

A crowd of whoever the fuck watches us, in awe of both of our casual vows and unconventional cutting of the cake.

They shouldn’t have expected anything less. What we have is the farthest thing from a vanilla relationship. Hell, our cake exemplifies how eccentric we are, with darker desires and a bump to prove it.

I run back into the church and try to find a place to hide in quickly.

Ah, a confessional booth!

I sprint toward it, but he catches me in mid-leap.

“You can’t get away from me now!” He laughs at the back of my neck. “Mrs. Sharpe.”

He smashes another piece of cake in my face, and I yell in shock.

“Ah! Fuck!”

His grin widens, and he begins to lick the painted frosting on my neck and exposed shoulders.

I lick and bite my lips, relishing the feeling of his tongue and the cake frosting on my skin.

He grabs my breasts from behind and hums as he continues to devour me.

Guiding me forward, we find ourselves in the confessional booth—where I was planning to hide from him—and he shuts the door behind us.

He pushes me forward, grabbing my waist. My hands fall to the back of the booth, holding me up.

“You taste fucking delicious, angel,” he grunts, while quickly freeing me from my dress.

“I know. I’m sure the wedding cake adds some sweetness.” I smirk, knowing how wonderfully edible I am.

My ivory dress falls to the floor, leaving me in a custom-made lingerie set that we designed for our bridal line.

I’m obsessed with this piece; that’s why I chose to wear it on my wedding day. It’s specifically for those who don’t follow the archaic rule of marriage before sex and those who might’ve conceived a child out of wedlock.

Mommies, especially pregnant ones, need to feel sexy, too, and that’s exactly what this lingerie does.

He gazes down at me, making my knees weak and my cunt vibrate.

Taking me, he turns and pins me up against the sliding window.

Let’s hope the priest doesn’t see this, though it’s sanctioned now.

I tug at his jacket and pull it off him. Then, my fingers fumble at his buttons, loosening them. He unties his bowtie, leaving it dangling around his neck.

A piece of cake falls on his now bare chest, and my mouth reaches for it. I suck it in, lick the leftovers, and nip my way up to his neck, wanting to taste more of this intoxicating combination.

He lifts my left leg and wraps it around his waist, a move he usually does, considering it makes it easier to find my cunt with the bump.

“I’m loving this new flavor of cake,” I mumble into his neck as I eat everything I had thrown at him.

As I taste the sweetness of his cologne intermingling with the rich, creamy chocolate, my body warms in ecstasy, and I feel a new craving emerge.

“We might have to go into the cake business next,” he says with a wink.

Hell, we’re already making our way into the bridal industry, so why not?

His right hand tugs at my sensitive, heated skin, then makes it way to my clit.

Grabbing my ass in one hand, while holding my leg up with his arm, he massages and firmly rubs my clit with the other. He slides a finger into my wet pussy, and he continues to thumb my clit in a deliberately slow and gentle pace.

I stop eating him, and my head falls back, crashing into the wooden wall behind me.

“Yes, Tanner, yes!” I cry out.

His lips fall on mine, and he tenderly kisses me.

I gasp when his fingers leave me, making me feel empty and greedy.

“Why are you stopping?!”

Using those same fingers, he picks up a piece of cake in my hair and slides it into my mouth.

His eyes widen, and his expression darkens with lust and excitement as I have a taste of the cake and his fingers drenched in my pussy juices.

My eyes close because of the pleasure, finding myself to be just as appetizing as the Tanner-flavored cake mix.

“Do we have a winner?” he says as his mouth lingers over mine. He bites my lip and sucks on my tongue. “I say we do. That’s fucking divine.”

My body and nerves surge with the energy and tension between us, and I feel like I’m either going to cry because of happiness or combust in pleasure. It’s a heavy feeling, and I fucking love it.

“They’ll never see this coming.” I wink at him, despite the tingling ache overwhelming me.

“They never do.”

His lips crash back into me, and he takes hold of my face.

But I have other plans, ones that I definitely see coming.

Reaching for his cock, I unbutton and unzip his pants. His cock bobs out, eagerly greeting my hand. I firmly wrap my fingers around it and cradle his balls, teasing them.

A deep groan, resulting from ripples that climb from the base of his spine, escapes him. His hands travel down my body, with one lifting my leg up again, and positioning my cunt in front of his throbbing cock.

“Forgive me, for I will sin,” he says, smirking smugly.

“You’re so damn clever, aren’t you?”

He laughs, distracting me from his cock slamming into me.

“Ah, god!” I scream, fiercely clutching his shoulders.

“Don’t say his name in vain, angel. Shouldn’t you know that by now?” he grunts out with a smile.

I pull his lips to mine, wanting to tame his brash mouth. But I can’t keep up with his rhythm, his rough and fast thrusts pushing me up against the wall, forcing my lips away from his.

Our skin glistens together, sticky from the frosting. And I pull at his hair, finding more cake crumbs.

Grabbing them, I push them into his mouth. He licks my fingers, teasing them with his tongue.

His gaze pierces me; what would I give just to be that cake?

Though his cock is treating me better than that cake ever could. And that’s damn impressive.

“I fucking love seeing you like this. In our lingerie, with our baby...filled and covered with me.”

“I feel fucking amazing.”

My breathing softens, and my body begins to tense.

I feel my cunt clench around his cock. He pounds harder, knowing I’m on the edge.

“I vow to always make you come,” he grunts, tasting the frosting on my cheek, “and to always have this cake on standby.”

“Then make me come, damn it!” I yell at him.

“Yes, dear.”

I feel him smile against my skin, and his fingers begin to play with my nipples over the lace.

Pulling my leg up higher, his cock hits my G-spot directly. And I spiral, losing myself in his arms.

My body shudders violently as my hips grind against him, my cunt milking his cock. And I feel his body becoming still as his breathing goes shallow. His heart pounds against my chest, and with a few quick pulses, he releases into me.

We cling to each other as we fall from our high. He bites my shoulder, and I dig my nails into his skin.

Our breathing’s erratic, but we slowly catch it once our eyes meet.

“Not too bad for married sex.” He winks.

A knock on the door pulls us from our haze, and Tanner pulls out of me—far too quickly—and hands me his jacket while zipping himself up.

He opens the door slowly, peeking out first, and we’re greeted by the always charming Lis Langley.

Her face immediately reddens, and she squirms in discomfort.

I smile but try to cover my face with my fist.

I know this doesn’t look innocent—me in stockings and Tanner’s tuxedo jacket, while he has a disheveled and unbuttoned shirt, and his hair gelled back with cake.

“Apologies. But I just wanted to extend my sincerest congratulations. You two deserve all the happiness in the world.”

She smiles and nods, turning on her heels before jogging out of the church.

Tanner and I exchange knowing glances, and in unison, burst into laughter. He closes the door, pulls me into his arms, and we continue to laugh.

“I can’t wait to read that story!” I exclaim.