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  "Take off your clothes and lay down.” His fingers came to his lips and disappeared inside his mouth. A low groan sounded as he sucked her juices from each digit, his eyes dilating to a dark emerald as he stared.

  A shiver overcame her body as she lowered her panties and skirt to the floor and kicked them away. Her bra was next then she stood before him completely bare. She scooted back on the bed, the rose petals soft against her heated skin. Jay waited, watching her every move. Slowly she lay back against the pillows and opened her legs.

  "Are you sure you want this? You're trembling."

  Tiffani took a deep breath not realising she was indeed trembling. Her body was still high from Jay's touch, she hadn't noticed it visibly showed.

  "I'm sure, Jay. If I didn't want this, I wouldn't be here.” She grabbed a handful of rose petals and sprinkled them on her stomach and chest. The cooler sensation excited her heated flesh. “So please fuck me."

  He tugged his shorts from his hips, bearing his cock to her. Every memory of him buried inside her came rushing back—how he filled her aching pussy with every hard inch. It was a beautiful sight, long and thick, already dripping with pre-cum that only made her needy body crave him more.

  With feline grace he crawled onto the bed, pushing her legs farther apart as he situated himself between them. He grabbed two ties from the nightstand and knotted one end around each wrists and the other around the wooden headboard's posts. While he worked she leaned up and licked one of his nipples, rolling it with her tongue. He hissed, but the act didn't hinder his task. Safely and securely, he tied her to the bed.

  "You aren't going to tease me too much are you?” she asked when he settled between her thighs again.

  "What do you think?"

  She wanted to protest, to tell him she needed him inside her, but his mouth settled against her pussy making her forget her own name.

  Tiffani screamed in both shock and delight when his tongue lashed at her clit, the sensitive flesh still tingling from her last orgasm. He licked and rolled it with his tongue over and over before he sucked it between his lips. No mercy, no reprieve. He took what he wanted, the way he wanted it.

  His inserted two fingers, scissoring them to stretch her pussy and prepare her for his cock. Each movement added fuel to the fire he'd ignited moments ago. She wanted his cock, his hard, thick cock inside her, and she wanted it now.

  "God, Jay, please...” She gulped in air, thrashing her head on his pillow.

  "Come.” A simple command, but one she couldn't have stopped even if she'd tried.

  Her pussy clenched around his thrusting fingers. Her back arched, her arms tugging hard at the bounds around her wrists. Her world fell into a sex-induced haze where only Jay and she existed.

  Jay crawled up her body, hovering over her completely with his. He took her mouth in a savage kiss, demanding and loving at the same time. His need was evident. His cock stood long and proud away from his body, ready to put her out of her misery. As great as her two previous orgasms were, she was for more.

  "Jay.” Tiffani lifted her pelvis, bringing her hot pussy in contact with his cock. “Please."

  He licked one of her nipples, seemingly unaffected by her pleas. “I told you I'd have you wet and whimpering, screaming and begging."

  "I want you inside me."

  He moved to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment as he continued their conversation. “All in due time, babe. Right now, you're too delicious to pass up."

  Tiffani tugged at the bounds in frustration. He pressed a kiss between her breasts before scooting downward, blowing the rose petals along her skin. Her breath hitched in her throat with each sensual movement of the flower. His warm breath tickled, chill bumps covering her arms and legs.

  When the petals cleared her body, he lifted his head with a mischievous smile. “You're beautiful like this, Tiffani. Flustered and aroused, perfect and sexy. I could come just looking at you."

  "How about you come inside me?” She lifted her hips in invitation.

  He laughed. “If you insist."

  He grabbed a condom off the nightstand and donned it within seconds. Finally, he was finally going to fill her. He positioned himself between her legs. Biting his lip, he pushed forward until he buried himself deep inside her.

  Sweat broke out across his forehead, his body tense with the need to come. “God, you're amazing.” He withdrew slowly. “I'm not going to last long, babe."

  He quickened the pace, the cords of his neck standing out. Tiffani bent her knees and raised her pelvis, matching his thrusts. She wouldn't last long either, she realised as the need for release built fast.

  He gripped her hips in a strong hold positioning his cock to stroke at a different angle. A moan escaped her lips. “Jay..."

  "Come for me, Tiff.” His balls slapped against her with the force of his movements.

  Tiffani's body tensed, shook and rejoiced when she came. She arched off the mattress, and screamed only to bring Jay with her. He grunted and thrust uncontrollably inside her, drawing out her pleasure as he took his own.

  Afterward he pulled from her body and disposed of the condom quickly. When he came back to the bed, he undid the ties and wrapped her in his arms. “I love you, Tiffani."

  She curled up against him, snuggling against the warmth of his chest. “I love you, too."

  Chapter Four

  The wedding lasted twenty minutes once the bride finally decided everyone looked good enough to walk down the aisle. Lucky for Jay, he escaped his mother and the supposed lady she wanted him to “entertain” for the day. While Marie took her vows, Jay couldn't help thinking of Tiffani, and wondering what it would be like if it was the two of them instead.

  After an entire night of sex and talking he couldn't stop thinking about it. Did she want marriage? Babies? A future with him in it? He'd asked her vaguely and her response had been “someday".

  After the service, everyone gathered in the reception hall for pictures and Jay took that as his cue to sneak out.

  "Hold it, buster.” Gloria grabbed his arm and looped hers through it. “I want you to meet Marie's friend."

  "Mom, I told you I'm not—"

  "Jeremy, I don't want to hear it. Be polite and act like you're a part of this family.” Gloria led him to the party, stopping to spot the lady and introduce them. “Jeremy, this is Tiffani. She's the one that created Marie's beautiful dress."

  Tiffani turned around in mid-sentence with a champagne flute in her hand. Their eyes met and his body heated with longing and desire.

  "Tiffani, this is my son,” Gloria continued oblivious to the two of them. “Isn't he handsome?"

  Tiffani smiled. “Yes, ma'am. He sure is."

  Gloria seemed satisfied with herself and made excuses to talk to the caterers. The lady Tiffani was talking with disappeared as well, leaving the two of them, for the most part, alone. He wanted to steal her away and keep her all to himself for Valentine's but decided not to make a scene and engaged in conversation instead.

  "You look beautiful.” His eyes raked over the slinky teal dress that hugged every curve of her body.

  "Thank you.” She chuckled. “Why didn't you tell me your name was Jeremy and that Marie was your sister?"

  "Because only my family calls me ‘Jeremy’ and I don't really want to claim I know Marie.” He leaned against the wall. “How the hell did you two become friends?"

  "We're not, really. Gloria and my mother are friends and she directed Marie to my business—for the wedding. I sort of got roped into being your date because the women you apparently bring to family get-togethers embarrass your mother and sister.” She shrugged and sipped at her champagne.

  "What are the fucking chances?” He shook his head. “Come on. Dance with me."

  She set her glass on a nearby table and let him lead her to the dance floor. Jay finally got to wrap his arms around her, the only place she belonged. They made it through three songs before Tiffani dragged him away from the main
party.

  "I love you, Jay.” She kissed him, wrapping her arms around him. “I got your card this morning before I left."

  He grinned, remembering the short “Be my Valentine” note and the single orange rose he'd left on her door. “You know, I picked each rose colour to symbolise something different to you. A way of telling you my feelings without actually saying any words."

  "Really? What did each colour mean?” Her hands slipped beneath his jacket to his sides.

  "Yellow for friendship. Pink for admiration. Lavender for enchantment. Red for love. Orange for desire, because I'm horny all the time and want to be inside you.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her smiling lips. “And because I love you."

  "What does white mean?"

  "A new beginning. Usually it's associated with marriages."

  "Am I going to get white roses someday?"

  Jay pressed his forehead against hers. “Any day you want."

  About the Author

  Lexie's love for writing began when she wrote her first play in fourth grade. With a big imagination and love for creating worlds, she wrote several more scripts that have placed first in contests. She loves to read but didn't pick up a romance novel until high school and fell in love with the genre. Now she writes steamy stories, with heartfelt characters, letting her imagination take her wherever it may go.

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