The way my new bride’s eyes lit up made my chest warm. “Landon! I love that idea.”
An older man with slightly graying hair made his way over to us. “It sounds like we have some flowers picked out.”
Emmerson swung around and faced him. “John, yes! Now, the wedding is going to be small and simple, so I really want the flowers to reflect that. We’re going to have the ceremony on our parents’ ranch and the reception in the main barn.”
John immediately started typing away on the iPad he was carrying around with him. “And for the bridesmaids?” he asked with a serious look on his face as he waited for her instructions.
“There will only be one. Let’s make Hailey’s bouquet all red anemones.”
John nodded as he typed. “And for the groom and groomsman’s boutonnieres?”
“White roses,” Emmerson and I said in unison, then we both laughed.
“I’ll put a note to use red ribbon,” John stated.
Emmerson smiled. “Once we get closer to the date, John, I’ll let you know how many tables. But we’ll only have one bridesmaid and one groomsman.”
With a nod, John looked at her. “It’s funny, you’d think the wedding planner would want a huge wedding celebration.”
Emmerson gave me a wink before turning back to John. “I’m a simple girl, who simply wants to spend the rest of my life with the man of my dreams.”
John laughed. “I suppose that you of all people know how much planning and money goes into a wedding. And in a blink of an eye, it’s done. Poof. Just like that.”
Emmerson and I both laughed, and then she leaned up and gave John a quick kiss on the cheek. “So very true, John. So very true.”
I stood back and inspected the restored nineteen fifty-five Chevy Sedan and smiled. With the blue and white two-tone colors, it looked fucking sharp. The paint job was perfect, even after the owner had decided he wanted a different shade of blue.
Walking around it, I gave it a close once-over before Hal, the owner of the car, was due to arrive and do his own final inspection.
The door to the office area opened and I glanced over my shoulder to see if it was Hal. If it was, he was early.
To my surprise, it was my beautiful wife.
In between work, planning the wedding, and moving in together, the last three months had flown by. We had of course confirmed the wedding to our close friends when it had leaked, and then Emmerson had posted about it on her blog and Instagram. We’d told people that we didn’t want to wait for the big show, we simply wanted to be together.
Emmerson had rented out her house and moved in with me. I’d told her to decorate or do whatever she wanted with our house, but the only room she’d touched was one of the bedrooms upstairs, which she’d turned into her office. She had no idea I was having a separate building constructed right outside of the main house as her office. It would hold a small meeting room as well, so that she could meet with potential and current clients.
“Hey,” I said, wiping my hands on a towel and then heading her way. “I thought you were meeting Abby and Kurt in Austin to look at venues?”
She shook her head. “Abby decided she wanted to get married at her father’s friend’s house on Lake Travis. She sent me pictures, and I told her I thought it was a beautiful place to have a wedding.”
“Ah, so are you free the rest of the day?” I asked, finally making my way up the steps that led to the main office. You could look out over the two bays from this vantage point.
A wide smile grew over her face. “I’m free for the rest of the day. What about you?” Her eyes darted down to the blue and white Chevy.
“The owner should be here in about—” I glanced down at my watch—“thirty minutes.”
“Where is everyone?”
“Gone for the day. I usually like to let everyone cut out early on Fridays.”
Emmerson lifted her brows. “So, what you’re saying is, we’re alone right now.”
I nodded. “You have a wicked look in those eyes, Mrs. Lewis.”
She draped her arms over my shoulders and looked up at me. “You know, we’ve broke in damn near every room in our house, but we haven’t broken in any area of the shop yet.”
Drawing my head back, I acted like I was shocked. “Why, are you saying you want to have sex in the shop, Emme?”
She chewed on her lip before she took in a long, slow breath. “I’m saying I want you to fuck me in the shop.”
Growling, I pulled her against me as my cock instantly went hard. “Where?”
“Your office,” she whispered, motioning with her eyes to head back through the door that led to the office area and lobby.
I grabbed her hand and practically pulled her through the door, down the hallway, and to the last door on the right.
Once we stepped inside my office, I shut and locked the door just in case Hal really did decide to show up early.
Emmerson quickly started to pull off her shirt, and I grabbed her hands to stop her. “No. Don’t get undressed.”
She lifted one brow as she tried not to smile. I let my gaze take her in. She was wearing a long-sleeve white shirt that felt so fucking soft, I wanted to bury my face in it. Her tits looked stunning in it, and I could already see her nipples getting hard through the fabric.
My gaze went farther down, and I took in the curve-hugging black pencil skirt she had on. Fuck, I loved it when she wore skirts. The outfit was finished off with a pair of black heels. She had clearly been dressed up, thinking she would be meeting with Abby and Kurt.
I ran my hands down the sides of her body and bent until I reached the bottom of her skirt.
“You’re going to wrinkle my skirt, Landon,” Emmerson said in a breathy voice.
“You told me you wanted to be fucked, and fucked you shall be.”
Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. When I ran my finger over the lace of her panties, we both moaned.
“Landon!” she whimpered, pushing her hips toward me in a silent plea for more.
“I cannot wait to slip inside of you and feel how warm and wet you are, Emme.”
She moved her hands from my chest to my shoulders, anticipating my next move.
“I wish I had time to kiss this sweet pussy of yours.”
Emmerson dropped her head against the door and whispered, “Oh, God.”
I knew she liked it when I talked dirty to her. It wasn’t something I did all the time, but I loved the effect it had on her when I did bring it out.
Quickly unbuttoning my jeans, I pushed them down along with my boxers until my dick sprang out, hard and ready to work.
Emmerson reached down and took me in her hand, and I felt my entire body jerk when she lightly squeezed and stroked me.
“Fuck, Emme. You make me so damn hard for you.”
She licked her lips, and I knew she wanted to take me into her mouth, but she was the one who came here to be pleasured, and that was exactly what I was going to do.
I wrapped my hand around hers and, as much as I wanted her to keep going, pulled it away. I picked her up and pushed her back against the door as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
With one quick move, I sank deep inside of her, causing us both to suck in a breath.