Epilogue #2
“Please stop thinking about work.”
Ari smiled against his lips as their mouths met again, and she slid his jacket from his shoulders, then moved to his vest. “Way too many fucking buttons,” she murmured against his lips. “You look incredibly hot, but maybe no more three-piece suits at times I am clearly going to ravage you.”
He laughed huskily, taking over the work of unbuttoning his vest while she tended to his tie. “Is that what you’re going to do? Ravage me?”
“It’s a really good ring.” And it was—a stunning radiant cut surrounded by smaller diamonds, set in a band that could’ve been either white gold or platinum; she had no idea how to tell the difference. “You deserve to be ravaged.”
“So you’re marrying me for my taste in jewelry now?
” He shed the vest, flicked open his top button, and slid his hands up her thighs.
She cursed the cold weather for inspiring her to wear leggings when she so badly wanted to feel his strong, familiar hands on her skin. “I suppose there are worse reasons.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but her words gave way to a moan as he leaned in to kiss her neck. “Mouth,” she said, half dazed as he sucked at her skin. “Also your mouth.”
“Hmm, also valid.” He rocked up into her gently, his rapidly hardening cock pressing exactly where she needed it.
Immediately, her brain flew to a blurry vision of their eventual honeymoon, where their marriage might come to a quick end if she fucked him to death like she really wanted to right then. “Anything else?”
She slid off his lap onto the floor, making quick work of his fly.
“Maybe one more thing.” With a sharp tug, she pulled those beautiful suit pants down over his taut thighs, revealing black boxer briefs tented so sharply it looked borderline painful.
She dragged the edge of her new ring over the fabric, drawing a satisfying groan from deep in his throat.
“Why is it so fucking hot to feel your ring on me?”
“Something something patriarchy and your lizard brain being turned on by thinking you now own me,” she murmured, peeling down the waistband until his cock sprang free. “Kind of like how thinking about you in a wedding ring gets me insanely wet.”
“Does it now?” His eyes grew lust dark as she swirled her tongue around the crown of his cock, holding him in a tight fist. “How often do you think about me in a wedding ring?”
“I plead the fifth.” She took his heavy thickness down her throat, and any other questions he might have had dissolved into wild, feral moans.
He buried his fingers in her hair and tugged, sending a jolt of electricity right between her thighs, and she tried in vain to tug off her leggings with her free hand.
“Fuck,” he breathed, fingers tightening in her curls. “I’m gonna come. Ari—”
He started to pull back, but she held him in place, taking in every last drop until he melted bonelessly beneath her.
“We should get engaged more often,” he murmured as she sat back on her heels with a self-satisfied smirk.
But he’d barely recovered before leaning forward and plucking her from the floor to seat her back in his lap. “And you should get rid of these.”
Her leggings. “Couldn’t agree more.” She pushed them down, then pulled her sweater over her head, leaving her in nothing but underwear, but when she made to move back to the couch, he stood up.
“Bend over,” he commanded, gentle but firm, and for once, she gladly did what she was told.
“Let’s see if you’ve been thinking about me in a wedding ring tonight.
” He slipped her panties down her legs and lowered himself to his knees for a better view, and she groaned, knowing he would find her absolutely soaked and aching.
Sure enough, he dragged his fingers easily through her wetness, swearing softly under his breath before burying his face between her thighs and lapping up her pussy in firm strokes that had her barreling toward the orgasm that’d been building since she first saw him in that suit.
He reached around to circle her clit, and she bit down on the couch fabric as she shattered, for fear she’d otherwise break the sound barrier with the strength of it.
“Goddamn,” she said breathlessly as she collapsed on the couch, absolutely spent.
“I think I like being engaged to you. Almost as much as I’m gonna like being married to you. ”
He laughed softly as he bent to kiss her, the taste of her still on his lips. “Let’s just get married tomorrow and never leave bed again. Everything that isn’t being in bed with you is stupid.”
She opened her mouth to agree when a crash sounded from above, followed by a loud curse, and Ari and Judah groaned as they were jolted back to reality.
“Oh God, I forgot I’m supposed to bring you back upstairs to show off the ring.
” Judah pushed himself to his feet and stumbled into the kitchen to wash up.
“That party’s supposed to be our l’chaim.
Hannah’s probably already called your mom and Dana. ”
Ari’s eyes widened. “Judah, are you fucking kidding me? Look at me.”
“You can’t possibly think I’ve been looking anywhere but at you, Arielle.”
“Sweet, but you can one hundred percent tell what we’ve been up to down here.”
Judah snorted. “I really don’t think that’s a mystery to anyone upstairs. Liana promised to make the music loud for a reason.”
“I truly have debauched you, Judah Klein.” She looped his tie around his neck and tied it into a knot that was only slightly off-kilter.
Then she bent to swipe up her leggings and sweater, and watched out of the corner of her eye as he meticulously redid it with practiced fingers.
“You know I can see you fixing my work, right?”
“I’ve found the more perfectly my tie is tied, the more enthusiastically a certain someone unties it later,” he said with a grin as he watched her tug her clothes back on.
“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
“Well, riddle me this, fiancé,” she said, tugging on the strip of silk around his neck, “because I have a very important question about our wedding.”
“And what’s that?”
Her lips curved into a slow smile. “Who’s going to sing?”