business proposal

chapter 3

As the reception began, we mingled with our new guests, smiling and laughing as we danced to the strains of a string quartet. Jack was an accomplished dancer, leading me expertly through waltzes and foxtrots, and I found myself losing myself in the rhythm of his steps. The room spun around us, and for those precious moments, it was as if we were the only two people in existence.

When we finally managed to steal a moment away from the crowd, Jack leaned in close, his breath tickling my ear. "I must say, my dear, you make quite a stunning bride," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I felt my heart skip a beat as I met his gaze, the green depths of his eyes boring into mine. "Thank you," I managed to reply, my voice barely audible above the music. "You're not so bad yourself." He chuckled, a warm, rich sound that seemed to come from deep within him. "I think I'm going to enjoy being your husband."

As the night wore on, we continued to dance, losing track of time in each other's arms. The band switched from classical to modern, and we found ourselves swaying to the rhythm of a slow, passionate ballad. Jack pulled me closer, his strong hands cradling my face as he leaned in to kiss me. This kiss was different from the others; it was hungry and demanding, and it left me breathless. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were dark with desire, and I could feel the heat of his body against mine.

"I think it's time we retired to our chambers," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "There are some things we need to discuss." My heart raced at his words, but I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from his. "And then," he added with a wicked grin, "there are some things we need to do." My stomach flipped at the promise in his voice.

Leading me through the opulent hallways of his family's estate, Jack's long strides ate up the distance between us and our suite. The air was thick with anticipation as we finally reached the doors, his hand hovering over the handle before he turned to face me. "Are you sure you're ready for this, Lily?" he asked, his eyes searching mine. I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. "Yes," I whispered. "I'm ready."

He pulled the door open, revealing a sumptuous bedroom lit by flickering candles. The four-poster bed dominated the room, its plush comforter, and billowing drapes inviting us in for a night of passion. Jack shut the door behind us, and for a moment, we stood there, taking in the intimate atmosphere. Then, with a sigh, he began to undo the buttons of his jacket, revealing the crisp white shirt beneath.

As he shrugged out of the jacket and hung it neatly in the closet, I took the opportunity to admire the play of muscles in his back and arms. The sight of him so near, so unguarded, sent a thrill through me. I reached out and trailed my fingers lightly down his spine, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my touch. He shuddered slightly, and I could feel the tension in his body begin to ease.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, turning to face me. His gaze roamed over my body, taking in the simple white gown I wore. "You look like a bride should." He lifted his hand to my chin, gently tilting my face up to his. "But tonight," he whispered, his voice husky with desire, "tonight, you're mine."

His touch sent a shiver through me, and I felt a growing urgency between my legs. I reached up, tangling my fingers in his dark hair as I pulled him closer, feeling the hard length of his arousal against my stomach. He groaned into the kiss, his tongue dancing with mine, and I could taste the wine on his lips.

With a growl of frustration, Jack broke the kiss and stepped back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You are unbelievable," he muttered, his eyes raking over me. "You make it so damn hard to think straight." He untied the ribbon at my waist, letting the gown fall to the floor in a pool of white silk. I stood before him in nothing but my matching white undergarments, feeling exposed and achingly aroused.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. He reached out and traced a finger down my bare stomach, over my hip and lower still, until he reached the lace of my panties. With a gentle tug, he pulled them aside, baring me to him. I gasped as his fingers brushed against my wetness, and he groaned in response, his eyes darkening with need.

His hands moved up, cupping my breasts through the delicate fabric of my chemise. He leaned in, his lips pressing against my n****e through the fabric, and I arched my back, unable to contain the moan that escaped me. With one swift movement, he tore the chemise away, leaving me completely bare before him.

I felt the heat of his gaze on my body, and it sent a thrill of anticipation through me. "You are everything I've ever wanted," he whispered, taking a step closer. His hands moved down, parting my legs, and then he was there, between them, his warm breath fanning my folds. I gripped the sheets, arching into his touch as he teased me mercilessly, circling my sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue.

"Jack," I whimpered, my hips arching off the bed. "Please..." He growled in response, burying his face in my folds and thrusting his tongue deep inside me. I cried out, my body trembling with the force of the pleasure coursing through me. As I felt the familiar tugging and release begin, he moved up, positioning himself at my entrance.

With one powerful stroke, he was inside me, filling me completely. I gasped at the feel of him, so hard and hot and deep. He began to move, his hips meeting mine in a rhythm that was both familiar and brand-new. The bed creaked beneath us, and the sheets twisted around our bodies as sweat pooled around us. we lost ourselves in the heat of the moment.

I felt him tense, felt the way he thrust harder, deeper, and with each passing second the pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until it exploded in a wave of ecstasy that seemed to consume us both. My cries mingled with his groans as our bodies shook with the force of our release, and when it finally subsided, we were left panting and sweaty and completely spent in each other's arms.

I felt the weight of Jack's chest pressing against my front as he collapsed onto the bed beside me, his breath hot against my neck. "I think," he managed to say after several long moments, "I think it's going to be a very interesting honeymoon." I giggled, already beginning to feel the familiar ache between my legs as desire began to stir once more. "It certainly will be," I whispered, turning to face him. "It certainly will."