“I need a drink.” And Beckett’s broodiness was back.
“And maybe dance with your date?” Ella suggested, and he grunted in answer before parting ways. She should’ve known better than to bring her up.
She didn’t want anything to sour her happy mood, though, so she decided to have a little fun.
Ella went to her assigned table and snatched her phone. She scrolled through the sexy images she’d taken of herself while getting ready for the wedding earlier but hadn’t sent to her husband.
She opened her Instagram and sent User1231 a private story. Three, in fact, of her wearing nothing but pink lace lingerie and high heels.
Ella chuckled at the memory of how this game all started. Two weeks ago, she noticed a new follower on her Instagram page. User1231 had no profile image, no posts, and the only person they followed was Ella. For having been in the CIA, her husband wasn’t very stealthy when it came to social media. Or maybe he wasn’t trying to be in this case because it didn’t take her more than a minute to figure out that 1231 referred to their wedding date—December 31st.
So that night, she’d sent him a sexy text, and he’d nearly broken down the bedroom door to get to her.
He knew she’d never sext a stranger, so he realized she’d figured out he was User1231. But he’d played it up a bit as if he were clueless so they could have some of that hot angry-sex they both loved.
Ella looked over at Jesse reaching into his pocket and smiled when he caught his lip between his teeth as he viewed his message. He nearly dropped his phone when her dad sidled up alongside him and threw an arm around his shoulder.
Shit. Yeah, that’d be her bad luck to have her father catch a glimpse of her half-naked.
Her heart squeezed, though, at seeing her dad and Jesse together. He loved his son-in-law, and their relationship was the kind Jesse needed in his life.
Jesse shot Ella a quick look across the way that told her she was “in trouble” later while pocketing his phone and taking the shot glass Oliver handed him.
Ella smiled, loving every minute of her husband’s flushed cheeks, knowing he’d be making her cheeks, the other ones, red later for that.
She adjusted the halter of her pale pink bridesmaid dress, making sure that everything was where it belonged. No nip slips so far. Good.
Ella turned toward the dance floor, preparing to ask A.J. to dance, but before she had a chance, a pair of large hands settled on her hips. She turned and looked over her shoulder at her husband. “Hey, you.”
“How’s my gorgeous wife?” he asked in a deep voice, knowing full well that tone set her insides on fire with desire.
“I’m pretty amazing.” She turned into his embrace and draped her arms over his shoulders.
“You’re also a bad girl,” he murmured suggestively, his gaze falling to her cleavage. “I swear your breasts look bigger.”
She wet her lips, and he caught the movement of her tongue sweeping across her mouth as she did so, and he leaned in and captured her bottom lip, lightly tugging.
“Do they now?” she whispered after he released her lip. “You feel like having a close-up look to check for yourself?”
His hand slid down her bare back and cupped her ass, the fabric a flimsy barrier. “After those pictures you sent me, did you really think I wouldn’t be demanding an in-person viewing right now?”
“Mm. My studio?”
He snatched her hand a moment later, which she took as a yes.
Savanna caught Ella’s eyes as Jesse practically dragged her out and mouthed, “Go ahead.” Ella knew exactly what her best friend was referring to, and it wasn’t sex.
Once outside the tent, they hurried toward her design studio, doing her best not to trip in her heels with Jesse moving so quickly. But she knew he’d never let her fall. He had her. Always.
Jesse began working at the knot of his tie the moment they were alone, then left the skinny black material to hang loose around his neck as he twirled his finger as a directive to strip.
She eagerly obeyed, doing her best not to peek at the wrapped present on a nearby stool.
Down to her pink bra, panties, and tan thigh-high stockings, Jesse slowly ate up the space between them. He unbuckled and unzipped his slacks, then released the button.
“Perfect,” he rasped while stroking himself, and then within a second, he hoisted her up and set her on the steadiest of tables in the studio, and she locked her legs around his strong, muscular thighs, linking her ankles behind his back.
He pulled the fabric of her panties to the side while staring deep into her eyes. They’d stopped using protection pretty much the day she’d officially become his wife, and she loved feeling him raw and deep inside her.
“Ready for me?”
She leaned back on her forearms, keeping her gaze on him while tipping her hips up as an answer, and he plunged inside her, her chest lifting from the deep thrust.
He had one hand holding her hip while the other shifted the thin material of her strapless bra down to reveal her peaked nipple. “I swear your breasts are bigger. Maybe I had too much tequila.”
“Mm. Maybe,” she said as he lowered his hand down the center of her body to her clit. He smoothed the pad of his thumb in small circles there while making love to her, and she did her best not to cry out too loud from the orgasm that had her head spinning a few minutes later.
“Fuck,” Jesse hissed while coming inside her, dropping his head to her forehead and resting it there for a moment.
“Wedding sex,” she said with a laugh after he helped clean her up, and she secured her dress back on before anyone barged in. Her family didn’t have the best timing, especially her mom.
“What’s that?” Jesse tipped his head, studying the wrapped present on the stool.
“Oh. A gift. But I was going to give it to you on another day. You know, it’s their wedding, so I didn’t want to . . . you know.” What am I saying? Her nerves were tangling her words up, and did he understand anything she’d said?
“Another gift?” Jesse palmed her cheek and angled her head, drawing her lips to his. After a sensual kiss, he whispered, “You just gave me your ass the other night, you’re good for gifting for the next decade or so,” he murmured darkly, and her body heated up again at his words. And at the memory of that crazy night where she’d been surprised by the naughty and filthy things that’d come from her own mouth. But it’d been . . . insanely hot and perfect.
“We can wait, then,” she said, pretending to play it off as no big deal, knowing he damn well wouldn’t wait.
“Mmhmm. Sure.” He released her a moment later and went to grab the silver box and untied the bow.
“It’s my first time designing something that . . . small. The first piece for a new fashion line,” she said, her heart racing.
“Really?” He smiled and then lifted the lid only to drop the box a second later once he’d removed the small item from it. “Baby clothes?”
Her gaze fell to her abdomen, and she set a protective hand there. “Well, I’m pregnant, so I thought, why not?”
Jesse stumbled, his eyes falling to the floor for a moment as if in disbelief.
Shit, was he upset?
“You’re pregnant with my kid?” His words had stretched out so tight that they nearly snapped on delivery.