I held up a banderilla. “You didn’t tell me we were having tapas.”

“You didn’t ask,” she said with a wicked gleam in her eye.

Tapas was our favorite playroom snack. Usually, I’d have her feed me first and then I’d serve her. She might have caught me off guard slightly by having it at our reception, but I planned to turn tables on her.

She reached for a skewer of vegetables.

“Put it down,” I said in a low voice and her hand stilled. I picked up a skewer, slid a cucumber off, and held it to her mouth. “Open.”

Her lips parted and I slipped the vegetable inside. She placed a kiss on my fingers. Next I offered her a meatball and then nodded toward the plate. “We only have a few minutes.”

She took some bread and lifted it to my lips. “When I planned the menu, we had more time to do this. I just wanted a discreet way to honor our weekend time.”

I wrapped my hand around her wrist, my chest full of awe at how she’d planned our reception. Once more, the need to have her in my collar pulled at me. “I wish we had more time so we could serve each other adequately. Why don’t I get someone to wrap this up for us so we take some of it with us? That way we can properly enjoy it on the jet.”

Joy filled her eyes. “Thank you.”

I leaned forward, meaning to kiss her, but before I could, someone slapped my back.

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“First dance, man,” Jackson said. “Felicia said for me to get you two on the dance floor.”

“Shall we, Mrs. West?” I asked.

She rose to her feet. “Of course, Mr. West.”

“Jackson,” I said, taking my bride’s hand. “If you can find a way for us to pack up some food, I’ll let you and Felicia enjoy the honeymoon suite I had booked.”

Someone might as well use it.

“I’ll see what I can find,” he said.

The crowd around us grew silent as we made our way to the dance floor. I took her in my arms as the soft familiar piano melody started to play. It’d been way too long since we’d had any sort of intimate contact. My erection was uncomfortable against my pants, though thankfully the folds of her dress hid it well.

“I’m glad the suite won’t go to waste,” she mused. “Though I never thought I’d be spending my wedding night in an airplane.”

I cringed. Not that the jet wasn’t nice; it just wasn’t the place I wanted us to spend our first night as husband and wife. And with that being the case. . . .

“You know, I’m thinking,” I said.

“Something not very pleasant from the look on your face.”

“I’m thinking we should extend our month of nothing until we get to Switzerland.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Another night?”

I smoothed her hair back and looked into her deep, dark eyes. “I don’t want our first time as husband and wife to be shared by a pilot and his crew.”

“We’ve done plenty of things in your jet, why not tonight?”

“It’s just different. I gave you a month. Can you give me one night?” I traced her lips with my finger.

She kissed the tip. “If you can guarantee me one thing.”

“Anything.”

Her teeth scraped the skin on my finger and I felt the touch all the way to my groin. “Promise me you’ll last longer than five minutes when we make it to Switzerland.”

I wrapped my arms around her tighter and, to the delight of the watching crowd, dipped her low. “Have I ever left you unsatisfied?” I pulled her back up and gave her a passionate kiss, just to prove my point.

When we finally broke away, she was breathing heavily, but she kept her gaze steady. “I remember a weekend or two I was definitely unsatisfied.”

“Let me rephrase.” I leaned in and whispered, “Have I ever left you unsatisfied during the week or on the weekend when you weren’t being punished for being a bratty submissive?”

Her eyes flashed with longing and desire and she replied with her own whisper, “Not if you word it like that.”

“I’m confident I’ll do the same in Switzerland.”

“Remember that weekend you promised to take me five times in one night?” she asked.

“You were naked that entire weekend, I’ll never forget it.”

“I think we should try for six.”

Before I could gather my thoughts to make a coherent reply, there was a tap on my shoulder.

“Best man cutting in for a quick dance with the bride,” Jackson said.




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