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Logan took a sip of his champagne and set it down, then shrugged out of his jacket. He tossed it on the chair nearby, and I’d learned he only disregarded his neat-freak status when he was impatient.

I loved how I did that to him.

“I’m happy to help, naughty girl.”

I turned around and swept my veil over my shoulder so it wouldn’t be in his way. “There’s a hook at the top.”

His tone was displeased. “And a shitload of buttons.”

I smiled to myself. “Calm down, there’s a hidden zipper.”

Fingers drew a line where the fabric on my strapless dress stopped, tracing over my skin, and paused at the center to undo the tiny metal hook. Then, the zipper must have been discovered beneath the panel of buttons, because it began to drop, one tooth at a time.

I shivered as his lips floated over my shoulder, ghosting kisses. His hands were inside the back of my dress, pushing the bodice down, and sliding up over my belly. Making me tremble and insane with lust. My fingers fumbled in the small of my back to undo the knot holding my crinoline in place.

The cups were sewn in, so I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my sigh of relief was loud when he palmed my breasts. I leaned into him, putting my back against his hardened chest. My eyes fell shut as I waited for his next move. I never knew what kind of sex I’d get with Logan. Did he want to make love tonight? Have a quick, hard fuck? Maybe both?

He enjoyed touching me, moving at an unhurried pace, but my body’s response was too strong. I couldn’t last much longer, so I shimmied out of the dress and my shoes. A tight noise came from behind.

“I like these.” He ran a hand over the swell of my ass, admiring the blue panties I wore that had ‘Mrs.’ written in tiny rhinestones across the back.

“They were my ‘something blue.’”

“Holy shit. It stands up on its own.”

He was talking about my dress. “Yeah. No hanger required.” The layers of stiff netting and boning supported the dress and kept it upright, defying gravity.

His fingers slipped under my arm and turned me to face him. His gaze traced each centimeter of my naked flesh like it was the first time he was seeing it, and he looked appreciative of the view. The only things I wore were the panties and the veil still attached at the base of my up-do. His expression shifted and grew more intense, mimicking one of a predator. This was the darkest version of Logan I only saw when he was overwhelmed with lust and losing his grip on control.

“I’ve missed these.” Once again, his hands fondled my breasts, only this time he wasn’t gentle. He moved on me urgently, forcing me backward until I slammed into the wall, but he didn’t let up. Hands pinched at my already-tight nipples, making me ache while his mouth locked on mine. His tongue thrust deep, and I moaned.

But he stepped back abruptly and the heat of his body vanished, making my eyes fly open in surprise.

“Fuck.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“Yes,” I said, already breathless. “That’s what we should do.”

“We’ll get to that, don’t you worry, but I want to get in the tub.”

I glanced at the large, deep Jacuzzi and gave him a dubious look. “You want to take a b

ath?”

“You mentioned your feet hurt.”

They did, and now that I had it off, I was realizing just how heavy the dress had been. A bath with massaging jets and my gorgeous new husband wrapped around me suddenly sounded like the best idea ever.

While he ran the tap, I went to the mirror and began the process of removing my veil. I said it loudly over the rushing water. “There are a thousand pins inside my hair, just so you know.”

“Awesome.”

Movement from beside the tub stopped me mid-process. Logan was getting undressed and I wasn’t about to miss the show. The vest was already open, and the tie hung loose around his neck. Sexy. Then, the shirt was unbuttoned and cufflinks undone. I gasped when he peeled one shoulder out, followed by the other, and dropped all of it to the floor in a heap.

I couldn’t stop the grin at how he was breaking his own rules.

“What?” he said. “It’s a rental.”

“Okay, boss. I can pretend you’re not going to pick all that up later because it’s bothering you.”


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