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inside her yet, even with his fingers, which were still rubbing her engorged
clit.
    As she calmed, his touch became more and more gentle, and
then withdrew. He needed his hands free to open his pants.
     
    Only then did she open those wide blue-green eyes.
    “I should go,” she said immediately.
    Not that he was expecting kudos or anything, but that wasn’t
exactly the feedback he’d anticipated. “Go? Now? Why?”
    She sat up and in the process began to retie her top.
Clearly, he’d made some horrible tactical error in giving her an orgasm. First,
anyway.
    * * * * *
    “Is that you, Allie? I’m having a tough time trying to get
this train fastened back up. I just can’t reach it.”
    He closed the door. “Well, I’m a little rusty on the train
front, but I’ll give it a try.”
    Virginia looked over her shoulder and laughed. “Aaron!
You’re not going to be of any use here. Go get one of my sisters, please.”
    “Oh, I see how it is. Married less than an hour or so and
already I’m of no use. Next thing I know you’ll be claiming you have a
headache.”
    “If I ever do that, I’ll have to have my head examined. But
really, Brendan was supposed to get Allie.”
    “I think he had his mind on other things. He gave me the
message to meet you up here and then he headed back to some tall, dark-haired
girl.”
    “Yeah, I saw her. Who was she?”
    “No idea.”
    “Not an old girlfriend?”
    “Of mine? Hell no. I didn’t exactly invite any of them to
the wedding. I just assumed she came with Brendan.”
    “I doubt it. He has this thing about not bringing dates to
weddings.”
    “Why are we talking about your brother at all?” He came up
behind her and kissed her nape, left bare by her upswept hair. “Let’s just have
a quickie.”
    “On our wedding day?” she asked in apparent horror, looking
back at him over her shoulder. “Wait, that didn’t come out quite right.”
    She flashed him an exasperated smile. In her defense, it
wasn’t exactly as if they hadn’t made love recently. As recently as last night
as a matter of fact. But this was their wedding day. They were married.
Something he had never thought he’d be in other than the most technical sense.
Not like this. Not like giving his— okay, say it —his heart so fully to
this other human being.
    “Don’t you want to?” he whispered in her ear, pulling her
fully up against him, her ass in the white silk cushioning his hardening cock.
    “Of course I want to,” she moaned. “I always want to with
you, as you very well know.”
    “Husband,” he urged. “Call me husband.”
    “Husband,” she whispered, arching back against him for a
minute, causing that flash of pleasure that always preceded sex with Virginia.
Like a faint but very nice foreshadowing of the incredible passion they would
share.
    But then she pulled away. “Unfortunately, this dress is as
good as a chastity belt, I’m afraid. I couldn’t possibly take it off and put it
on again, Aaron. There are a million little hooks and bells and whistles. Our
reception would be over by then and we have guests.”
    He tutted in an exaggerated way, leading her over to the
vanity against the wall. “You leave everything to me, Mrs. Winston.”
    “I’m keeping my own name,” she reminded him.
    “Yes, yes, yes. So bossy. Now, put your hands here.” He
positioned her without waiting for her to do so, placing her palms one on each
side of the surface, which was low enough that she had to bend over slightly.
“Hmm, very nice.” The vanity mirror reflected the movement, with the angle
causing Virginia’s very ample breasts to spill out over what standing up had
been a demure neckline. Catching her eyes in the mirror, he moved to stand
behind her, slowly and deliberately raising the hem of the elaborate dress
until it was bunched at her waist and flowing over her hips.
    His hands went to her ass, fondling, and in the mirror he
saw Virginia’s eyelids start to drop.
    “Keep your