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Lexi Rogers, soon to be Lexi Kendrick, made an absolutely stunning bride. Her mane of vibrant red hair was twisted up, and soft curls fell in every direction. Pearls adorned the style, matching the beading in her gown. Wispy tendrils surrounded her face that was flushing with excitement. Tears burned the backs of Elena’s eyes. She’d never seen someone more in love or happier.
Well, that wasn’t correct.
When Elena looked in the mirror that morning, she saw the same glazed eyes and soft, distracted smile, and it scared her. How absolutely annoyingly stupid she had been. She’d slept off in Chandler’s arms after he’d given her a second orgasm the previous night, and when she woke up that morning, he wasn’t in bed with her. She assumed he’d snuck out later in the middle of the night, and she didn’t know if she should be mad about it, or grateful because Emily had barged into the room minutes after she woke up. If Chandler had been there, they’d have had some serious explaining to do, and Elena was in no mood for that.
But she didn’t regret it either. Chandler had been wonderful. An amazing, generous lover. He’d made sure he brought her satisfaction both times and after the second time, she could barely move. She flushed. Thinking about sex in a church was super inappropriate.
And she loved it.
Lexi turned, her smile nervous and excited. With the cinched waist and heart-shaped bodice, her hourglass figure was perfect for the dress. “How do I look?” she asked, fingering the single pearl necklace around her neck. “Is it too much?”
Emily shook her head. “Too much? Since when do you worry about anything being too much?”
“You look beautiful,” Elena said. “And the shoes? Perfect.”
Charlotte nodded in agreement and Lexi hitched up her dress, revealing a gnarly shade of pink platform heels.
“You like?” Lexi asked Emily.
Emily laughed, approaching Lexi like one would creep upon a nest of vipers. “Do you really want me to answer that?”
“Pink is not your color?” Lexi teased, letting her dress slip down.
Elena shook her head, “Don’t mind Emily. Everything is perfect.”
“I know right,” Lexi agreed, and they chatted for a while as the stylist touched up Lexi’s make up and dress.
Minutes later, Elena stood up, “I’ll be right back, you guys,” she said, “Let me go use the bathroom and get some air outside,”
She went out of the room and began to walk down the hall, she made it to the end of the hall when a door to the left opened suddenly. An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her inside the mostly empty room. Her back was pressed against a rock-hard chest and stomach. Soft hair teased her cheeks as she felt warm, firm lips press a kiss to her throat.
“You look damn sexy.” Chandler’s deep voice rumbled through her body. “Love the dress.”
Said dress was a soft lilac, with sleeves and ending at the knees. It was nothing special, just a plain thing and definitely not that sexy, but it only took seconds for her to realize why he found it so alluring.
Chandler slid a hand up under her dress, along her bare thigh. Easy access. Her body flushed and grew hot as her toes curled in her heels. She leaned into him, tipping her head back against his chest. He made a deep sound in his throat as he moved his hand up over her hip, his fingers toying with the delicate string of her panties.
Grabbing his arm, her fingers sank into the crisp material of his groomsman’s tux. “Thank you. I haven’t gotten to see you in your suit yet.” She said,
“I look awesome.”
Elena laughed. “Modesty is an attractive trait.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to come out.” His hot breath blew across her cheek, and she shuddered. A wicked thrill ran through her, tightened her nipples until they pushed against the lace and the soft material of her dress.
“Chandler, seriously…”
“I’ve missed you.” He kissed her neck again.
She bit back a sigh that would only further provoke him. “I think only hours have passed since we were last together.” She remembered the previous night again and shivered.
“That doesn’t matter.” He slipped his hand up, cupping her breast through her dress. His nimble fingers found the tip of her breast, teasing her mercilessly.
Her pulse quickened. “Chandler, we are in a church, for crying out loud.”
“So? Inappropriate is naughty… And naughty turns me on?” he replied, moving his hand to her other breast.
Her body tensed, like a coil spiraling. “But it’s a church.”
“And that’s like the height of inappropriate, isn’t it?” He shifted behind her and she felt his arousal against her buttocks. He easily twisted her panties to the side as he bunched up her skirt. “Just think, what will we have left after this?”
“I’m sure you’ll come up with tons of other inappropriate things.” Like anal beads, butt plugs, the Cadillac of vibrators, and the good Lord only knew what else Chandler would bring into sexual play.
Her resistance to him was never anything to brag about. It was practically non-existent, especially when his tongue followed the path of his kisses along her neck. Elena focused on the wall, thankful it didn’t have a cross or a picture of Jesus on it, because that would’ve been super awkward. “The wedding is about to start, you perv.”
“Don’t worry. This will be a quickie. I know you want to come.” His hand dipped between her thighs and she gasped.
It was true. She wanted him, and she wanted him to make her cum. Badly. “We’re going to hell for this.”
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Planting her hands on the walls, she kicked back her head as he found her clit. He gripped her hips as he began to rub, his pace frenzied and at the same time languid, as if they both had all the time in the world. Tension built deep inside, stoked tighter with every steady touch of his fingers against her clit. Her back arched against him as she ground back against his hips and rode his hand. He grunted and pressed a hot kiss below her ear.