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slips something into my hand. Paper . I bring it up to examine whatever it is that he has uncovered.
    A wedding magazine. A fucking wedding magazine?
    I whirl around to face him with utter incredulity written on my face. I hold it up and arch an eyebrow. “What?” I ask as coyly as I can manage.
    Damon takes the magazine from me and flips casually to a dog-eared page near the middle. “Top Ten Honeymoon Destinations,” he reads the title of the article that I had looked over yesterday. “You starred Paris. You never told me you wanted to go to Paris. Why not?”
    You’ve got to be shitting me.
    I sigh and just as if someone released the vice that my nerves were in, my body relaxes, my anxiety retreats to a manageable level, and my stomach, though still uneasy, no longer threatens to have me hugging the toilet. I shake my head at my Big Man and wrap my arms around him. “I guess I forgot to mention it to you. We don’t have to go. I just… I don’t know… it caught my eye since that’s where I was conceived.”
    “Is that where you want to spend our honeymoon?” he asks pointedly.
    “I don’t care where we go, baby, as long as I’m your wife.”
    “I love the way that sounds,” he admits. His hands turn greedy, exploring my backside. I moan, my forehead resting against his sternum. It’s all the encouragement Damon needs. Both hands grip the backs of my thighs just below my ass and I’m hauled up. My legs wrap around his waist as he carries me to the bed.
    Damon wastes no time disrobing me. With one quick tug, he’s removed the black yoga pants that I use to lounge around in. He leaves my navy blue lace thong in place but goes to work on my tank top and bra. I lie before him in just the thinnest of lace, wanton and ready. The slickness between my thighs beckons to him. His slacks drop to the floor and are joined by his boxer briefs a moment later. I squirm, watching him reveal himself to me. His engorged cock springs forward, jutting up and outward. My eyes trace every throbbing vein, every ridge and the velvety smooth rim of the tip. My tongue involuntarily darts out of my mouth, moistening my lips. Damon knows what I want.
    I hold up a crooked finger and motion him to join me on the bed. “I want my lips wrapped around your cock, baby.”
    He climbs onto the bed and reclines on his back, his heavy cock twitching against his abdomen. I kneel between his legs, lean forward and take his length as far is it will go. The dewy tip of him butts against the back of my throat, but I take him deeper still. I peek up to see Damon staring down at me, jaw clenched, eyes heavy with pleasure.
    I work my hand up and down the length of him, making long firm strokes. My tongue swirls and slides around the broad tip of his cock, winning a low moan from somewhere deep in his chest.
    “Fuck, baby,” he says, then sucks in air through gritted teeth. His hips begin to buck beneath my ministrations the closer I bring him to release. One big hand tangles in my brown waves, guiding me up and down.
    Abruptly, his hand tightens in my hair, stilling me.
    “On your back,” he growls, pushing me away.
    I waste no time doing just as he says and spread my legs wide for my Big Man. His fingers hook into my soaked thong. He pushes his thumb through the delicate fabric and just that quick, the junction between my legs is all his. His lips go to the soft inner part of my thigh and place warm, lingering kisses on his way to my wet center.
    My hips squirm. My back arches. I ache for the fullness of him. With my eyes shut, Damon’s skillful mouth reigns over the most sensitive parts of me. Purely expert flicks from his tongue overwhelm my pulsing clit. A clear moan rings out around us. It only encourages him. His full lips seal around my clit and my hips buck, my body ravenous. He alternates between light suckling and hard passes from his tongue. Little jolts of electricity burn through my extremities, making my legs twitch and jerk in