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“How’s that?” he hums, running his hand up and down my thigh.

“With your lips all over my body, specifically, my pussy,” I whisper, my cheeks tinting at the use of such a bold sentence, but I’m starting to get more comfortable telling him what I want.

“Done,” he says, standing abruptly with me in his arms.

I clutch onto him, giggling as he nearly runs us back to our cabana.

He’s everything I thought I’d never have, and I’m so damn grateful, because I’ve never known a happiness quite like this one.

Chapter 38

Elio

This day has been exhausting.

Being a part of the groomsmen required me to get up early and meet the guys for haircuts at the resort’s salon. After that, we had brunch, followed by getting ready for the wedding.

We’ve taken what feels like a thousand photos with the photographer, and quite frankly, I’m over it. Don’t get me wrong, I love these guys, especially Brooks, but this photo crap isn’t for me.

I also miss my girl, who’s spending the day at the spa and getting ready with the girls, despite her not being in the actual wedding. Jasmine gets along with everyone, and I know she’s making friends with the other girls, so that eases my worries a bit.

We’re all near the altar, conversing as we wait for the ceremony to officially start. The audience is small, consisting of Brooks’ and Stephanie’s immediate family.

Jasmine will be among them, and the thought makes me eager to see her. I pull out my phone because I can’t go any longer without some form of communication with her.

I pocket my phone, heading towards the end of the boardwalk that is doubling as the aisle. Yeah, Brooks paid for the resort to build a floating boardwalk complete with a floral archway for their wedding.

We’re all standing on it, while the guests will be sitting on chairs in the sand. It’s over-the-top and very fitting for Brooks.

As I’m about to take my shoes off and walk through the sand, I see Jasmine exiting the resort, walking toward the ceremony. My breath hitches at the sight of her, my cock twitching in my pants, my palms itching to touch her while my heart thuds wildly in my chest.

Sei la mia vita.

The orange dress I flew to get for her was worth everything I had to do to get it. The satin material clings to her body, and the corset-style top accentuates her lean waist, while hoisting her breasts up more than usual.

The shoulder straps hang off of her shoulders, and the skirt is mid-length, a slit running up her thigh.

Jasmine stops in front of me, and without any warning, I pull her into me, crashing my lips onto hers. Her lips part, letting me explore her with my tongue as our kiss quickly turns less appropriate for the setting.

Brooks whistles behind me, making me reluctantly pull away from her. I intertwine my fingers with her, holding her arms out to the side as I check her out more thoroughly.

“There’s not a single word in any language that could describe how beautiful you look tonight. Nothing could capture it right.”

Jasmine’s face softens, her head tilting as she smiles shyly at me. “That is, wow. I have no words honestly, except for that I love you, babe. Thank you. You look insanely good right now, too. It’s unfair.”

I smirk, pulling her back into me so that I can whisper in her ear. “Why’s that?”

She leans up on her toes, trying to whisper in my ear, so I lift her by her ass so that she actually reaches it. “Because I want to put your cock in my mouth so badly, and then in my pussy. Where it belongs.”

Jesus. Christ.

It takes everything, literally everything in me not to harden at those words. I’ve corrupted her, and I’m not a bit sorry about it.

I lean my forehead against hers, breathing in her familiar scent of peaches and flowers. “Fuck, I love you. I want to say screw this wedding and have my way with you instead.”

Jasmine smiles up at me, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Later, babe. I promise I’ll be a good girl for you.”

“Funny thing is, I prefer it when you’re not,” I tease her right back.