“Ben, I need you,” Emmy whined.

“I know, baby. I want to f**k you so bad.” How the f**k would I get her out of this dress? Since I had no clue how I’d get her dress off her, I figured I’d have to take her with it on, a thought that made me rock hard.

Emmy pulled me toward the stall at the end, stopping to point at something on the floor and giggled. “Look. There are panties on the floor.”

“Looks like we weren’t the only ones with this idea. Our romantic wedding makes panties drop.”

I chuckled softly, spotting the pair of pink frilly panties that lay discarded in the center of the room.

After a moment’s hesitation, Emmy asked, “Ellie? Is that you?”

What the hell?

I peered underneath the stall door and spotted a pair of men’s black Italian loafers just like the ones I wore and a pair of silver strappy high-heeled sandals. Fucking Braydon. And Ellie. Now there was an odd pair. They fought like damn cats and dogs.

“Yeah, um, Braydon’s just helping me, um, find my contact,” Ellie said, her voice husky and uneven.

Emmy hesitated just a moment, her brow pinching in confusion. “You don’t wear contacts.”

I chuckled again. Fucking Braydon. He made panties drop, I’d give him that.

“Yes, but I’m thinking of starting and I wanted to be sure . . .” Ellie continued.

I was about to intervene, to tug Emmy from the room and give them the privacy they obviously desired, when Braydon’s stern voice answered, “We’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Got it. And we’ll see you shortly,” I said. Taking Emmy’s hand, I pulled her from the room.

We needed to rejoin our reception and spend time with our friends and families. But Emmy’s flushed pink cheeks and fluttering pulse told me she needed relief. And f**k, so did I.

“Shall we go back in and say goodnight to everyone?” I asked, hesitating with her outside the doors to the ballroom.

She nodded. “Yes, but let’s make it quick.”

Returning to our reception was the right thing to do, though all I wanted was to get her naked underneath me.

We enjoyed a few more dances, made all the more erotic by our aroused state. When I couldn’t stand the desperate look in Emmy’s eyes any longer, we said our good-byes and I led her to the elevators.

Once inside the elevator, I punched the button for the floor to our suite. Circling one hand around the back of her neck, I latched her mouth to mine. By the time the elevator rolled to a stop her breathing was hard and ragged.

“This way.”

She didn’t speak. She just placed her hand on my arm and followed me.

Pushing open the door to our honeymoon suite, I removed my jacket, tossing it over an armchair in the opulent living room.

“Come here,” I commanded, my voice low.

Emmy’s eyes danced on mine as she crossed the room toward me.

I bent to one knee and raised her dress from the floor, lightly trailing my fingertips over her smooth calves. I removed each high-heeled shoe, certain she was ready to be done wearing them, even though they were sexy as f**k and she’d look stunning wearing nothing but them.

I rose to my feet and stood before her. “On your knees, Mrs. Shaw.”

A soft whimper tumbled from her parted lips and she obeyed, lowering herself to her knees in front of me. Pretty gray eyes watched mine as her fingers fumbled to open my pants. She gripped my dick through the fabric, making a tortured groan rumble in my chest.

Her eyes widened at the sound as she lowered my zipper and pulled down my pants and boxer briefs, allowing me to spring free. Emmy gripped my base and guided me into her open mouth. Her warmth closed around my tip and I let out a strangled moan.

“Shit,” I cursed, pushing my fingers into her hair. I loved looking down to watch her pleasure me. The way she swirled her tongue and licked me up and down while cradling my balls in one hand, circling my shaft with the other, was f**king incredible. I pulled myself free from her mouth and took her hand to urge her up.

Emmy rose on shaking feet and blinked up at me.

“Turn around.”

She obeyed and I set to work removing her dress, undoing all the tiny little buttons running down her spine. Finally her dress slid down her body and pooled at the floor around her feet.

“Step out of it.” I took her hand and helped her. Emmy faced me, wearing just a little white lace thong and a matching strapless bra. I surveyed her up and down. Creamy smooth skin, full pink lips, generous swell of cle**age that rose and fell with her quick breaths.

I pushed down her bra, exposing her br**sts. God, she had perfect tits. More than enough to fill my palms and perky pink ni**les. I thumbed one peak and lowered my mouth to tease the other. Emmy pushed her chest out, urging me on.

I slipped one hand into the edge of her panties, leaving them on, but pushed them aside to expose her gorgeous pu**y. Sweeping the pad of my index finger over her clit, Emmy shuddered and gripped my bicep. I thrummed against her, keeping up the same rhythm with my fingers and my tongue against her ni**les. Within moments, Emmy was coming apart, clawing at my shoulders for support and whimpering as she came.

I held her tightly through the little aftershocks pulsing through her body and pressed tender kisses all over her mouth and neck.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

I almost laughed. She didn’t need to thank me. Making her come was the highlight of my day.

Her eyes flitted from mine to the bedroom door across the suite.