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Page 161 of The Worst Best Man

But she was already sprawled on top of him. And he was already hard and pulsing between her thighs.

“Maybe we can spare a few minutes,” she suggested, moving to straddle his hips.

He was laying on top of her discarded veil and the skirt of her crumpled wedding dress. Both of which he’d stripped from her last night.

He’d refused to tell her just how much the dress had cost, but she’d caught the estimate in the gossip blogs. Leave it to Aiden to spend that much on a piece of clothing worn for a few hours.

Aiden’s blue eyes hooded with desire. He was a beautiful sight, and he was all hers. He hinged forward, bringing his mouth to her closest breast, his abs rippling with the motion.

As he sucked and teased, Frankie took him inside her in one languorous slide.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her flesh, teasing the nipple with his lips.

“You’re everything I didn’t know I wanted, Aide,” she breathed.

His hips thrust up to meet hers, rocking into her in a slow, steady rhythm.

She moaned, and he clamped a hand over her mouth. “Quiet now, sweetheart. We have an audience outside.”

Frankie tasted the metal of his wedding band, felt the drag of him inside her against her trembling walls.

“It’s never going to be enough,” he whispered. “I’m never going to have enough of this with you, Franchesca.”

His words, sweet and strained, echoed in her head, her heart. She dug her toes into the floor, rolling her hips against him.

He hissed out a breath, and she swore she felt him throb inside her.

“You’d better be with me,” he growled, and with that, he rolled, trapping her between the skirt of her wedding dress and his unyielding body.

He drove into her powerfully, his hand still covering her mouth. But they didn’t need words. Not when their gazes held, not when their souls locked into place and their bodies came apart at the seams. She felt the first hot burst of his release as she clamped down on his cock as her own climax bloomed like a flower.

“Yes, Franchesca. Yes.” He chanted sweet and dirty vows as they came together.

All in. Forever.