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Aiden
I glance around the room and my eyes freeze when I see Addison. Sydney is putting some ice on Addison’s ankle. I stop a coworker who’s rambling on about something that I’m not even paying attention to. “I need to go check on Addison,” I say, pointing in her direction and walking away.
“Hey, gorgeous.” I lean down and kiss her. She’s sitting in a chair with her foot propped up. She looks up at me and frowns. “Seems you overdid it.” I lift off the ice to see how bad it is. Not too bad, but bad enough that I’m ready to take her home. Almost. One last thing to do. “I’ll be back in a little bit. Stay here.”
“Yes, sir,” she says. My smile grows wide. Fuck, I like hearing her say that. She narrows her eyes at me, and I laugh. I’ve had submissive women before, not really my thing. Give me a strong-willed woman who will take charge and ride me like a superstar, now she’s my thing. Addison fits that bill to a T.
I walk away before my semi-hard dick goes full Monty. I roll up my sleeves, walking to the stage. This is the last song of the night. At least for us. Then I’m going to take my wife to our new home. I shake my hands out, nerves getting the best of me. I hope she doesn’t freak out about the apartment. I’m not sure what I’ll do if she doesn’t like it.
Hopping up the three steps to the stage, I grab my guitar. The guys are just getting done with a song, and they see me coming from the side. I nod, telling them it’s time. This was already planned ahead of time. I walk to the mic and clear my throat. Damon whistles and Sydney hollers. Attention turns to me, and I smile and wave. “I’m sure you’re getting tired of hearing me,” I chuckle. “But I have one song left. Now that the little ones have gone to bed, this one’s for you, sweetheart.” I give the audience the once-over and then pin my gaze on Addison. I won’t see anyone else the entire song. Her smile reaches her eyes, and she blows me a kiss. The look of worship she gives me when I’m on stage is the most heart-pounding rush. It’s fucking intoxicating.
At the wedding, when the door opened and I saw her standing there, my words slipped from my mind. I was stunned stupid at how beautiful she looked. I don’t remember how I found the words, they just came out.
I know exactly what I’m want to say now. The band begins to play behind me, and I grip the microphone and close my eyes, letting the melody soak in. When I open them, I sing directly to Addison, singing “Slow Hands” by Niall Horan. Whistles with whoops and hollers fill the whole room. Addison blushes and covers her face with her hands for a few beats. I grin, loving making her flustered. She leans over and grabs a napkin, fanning herself as I tell her I want to take my time and I will certainly have slow hands.
I couldn’t have picked a better song. It’s what I want. Right now. I don’t know what it is about her today, maybe it’s the wedding dress, but I’ve been hard more times than I can count. Her smell is different and it’s making me want to ravage her. As I sing, I watch her morph from her flustered self into her confident, sexy self. She licks her lips and then bites her bottom one, flashing her “come fuck me” look. At least, that is what I’m imagining she’s saying.
Baby, I’m coming.
I look over at the lead singer of the band and nod. I’m done looking at my wife. I need to feel her. I hop off the stage and the lead singer takes over where I left off. I grab Addison off her chair and move to the dance floor with her.
“Your foot okay for one last dance?”
“By the sound of your song, this is definitely not the last dance of the night.” The heat in her eyes shoots right to my dick, lighting it up. I pull her in closer.
“It’s the last one you’re going to be dressed for,” I say, leaning down and kissing her neck. She tilts her head, giving me better access to her silky smooth skin. A moan slips from her throat, vibrating against my lips. Fuck, I want her.
Our bodies move in sync to the beat of the song. “I liked it when you were singing,” she whispers.
“I like it better when you’re in my arms.”
“How about you sing to me while I’m in your arms?”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I will do anything for this woman.
When the song ends, I pick her up, swinging my arm under her knees, and carry her off the dance floor. It’s time to go.
We thank everyone for coming and say our goodbyes. I stuff Addison and her dress inside the limo and crawl in behind her. “You could have let me take off my dress,” she giggles, trying to push it over enough for me to sit by her.
“No.” I shake my head. “I want to be the one to take off your dress.” I lift her hand to my lips, kissing her palm. “And it’ll be a good deterrent until we get home.”
She cocks her head to the side, the line in her forehead creasing. “Home?” I nod. “We’re going back to New York City tonight?”
“Yes.” I chuckle as her eyes widen.
“Couldn’t we have stayed at a hotel close by?” she asks, trying to turn her body toward me. She pushes up and twists her dress with her as she sits facing me.
“No.” Her shoulders slump when I don’t explain.
She scoffs and hits me in the shoulder. “You sound like Max.” I bark out a laugh. “I can’t believe you’re going to make me wear this dress for two hours in a car.”
“We’re taking Max’s jet,” I say, wrapping my hand around her neck and bringing her lips to mine. I kiss the corner of her lips and work my way to the center. Her mouth opens for me and I can’t help but crush my lips onto hers. One taste and I can’t control myself. Which is why she’s wearing her dress. I knew I’d never make it home without tasting her everywhere and our home is the first place that I want to make love to my wife.
Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to keep my hands to myself, but I have kept my dick in my pants. This only frustrated Addison more and more by the minute. She was so mad, she shooed me away on the plane and took a nap. She looked exhausted, so I let her sleep. She’s going to need her energy for tonight anyway.
The town car pulls up to my apartment building, and Addison’s eyes light up. “Finally,” she says, running her hand in between my legs. I grasp her hand. My dick has been on the starting line, waiting for the go signal, all day long. I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer, especially if she’s touching my dick.
“Someone’s anxious,” I say, flashing a wicked smile.
