The ceremony is in twenty-seven minutes. And I'm standing in the bridal suite, dressed In a white barbie gown, my white lace panties already damp, veil pinned but not yet over my face.
The room smells of roses, hairspray, makeup, and the champagne my girls are sipping in the next room. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my c**t.
I shouldn't be this wet on my wedding day. But I am damn turned on.
Thirty seconds ago I slipped my ass out the side door, walked down the service corridor behind the venue, and found Marcus, my fiancé's best man, leaning against the wall like he knew I'd search for him.
He's in a charcoal tub, tie loosened, top button undone. He had that cunning smile he wore since college. Same hands that he used to pin me to the dorm-room walls before I ever met m
