"Someone tipped the FBI off and they checked him out and voila. They found evidence that he was responsible."
"I'd like to thank whoever that was," Ella said.
"Me, too, but right now, I'd like to celebrate with my beautiful and loving fiancée. How about we go get some pastrami on rye?"
"With Matzo Ball Soup?" she asked hopefully.
I stood and held out my hand and she took it.
"With Matzo Ball Soup," I replied. "Anything for my ladylove."
23
Ella
We moved into the penthouse and slowly, over the next week, we settled in, unpacking our personal possessions and getting the place set up for use. Both of us were busy trying to wrap up as much of our work as possible, getting the wedding plans finalized and our honeymoon plans finished so we could take the two weeks around the date off and not worry about work.
When the first week in April came around and then the second, my excitement rose as our wedding date neared. My dress arrived back from the seamstress a week before we were scheduled to fly out to LA, and I was excited to try it on and see how it fit. I
went by myself to the bridal shop, and met with the seamstress, trying on the dress to make sure everything was perfect.
It was, and so she packaged it up and off I went, back to the penthouse. Josh greeted me at the door and pretended to try to see the dress, but I fought him.
"You are not going to see this until our wedding day," I said and hung the dress in the front closet. I went to the desk in my office and took a sticky note pad, writing DO NOT PEEK on it. Then, I placed the sticky on the garment bag to remind Josh that he was forbidden to look at it. He teased me that he was going to look before the wedding day, but I insisted he waited to see it.
"Steph thinks I look really good in it," I said to him when he came up behind me that day when I got back from the bridal shop. "That has to be good enough for you until Saturday."
"Saturday," Josh said and turned me around, pulling me into his arms. "I can't believe it's already almost here. Are you as excited as I am?"
"More," I said and kissed him.
We embraced and he squeezed my buttocks. "I'm very excited," he said and thrust his hips against mine so I could feel his erection. That sent a jolt of lust through my body and I closed my eyes.
"I'll be just as excited as you if you keep that up," I said and smiled as he kissed my throat. "Don't start anything you don't intend to finish."
"Oh, trust me. I intend to finish."
He smiled and kissed me passionately, pulling me to the bedroom, passion in his eyes.
I didn't fight.
He kissed me and I groaned when his hand reached up to squeeze my breast. He buried his face in my neck, kissing my ear, my throat and then the swell of my breast.
"I have a meeting in half an hour," he said. "So, I don't have much time."
"The way you're touching me, I won't need it," I said, my eyes closed as he pulled off my sweater dress, so I was standing in my bra and lace thong. His touch made my body swollen and ready just from the touch of his lips on my skin.
"Me, too," he murmured against my throat. He thumbed my nipple through the fabric of my lace bra, and I groaned, pressing my breast against his hand.
He squeezed my buttock greedily, and it made my core throb, because I couldn't wait for him to fill me up completely, pounding into me hard. He pulled down the fabric of my bra so that my breasts spilled out and buried his face between them, squeezing and sucking my nipples, making me squirm in need.
He removed his shirt while I unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the ground. Beneath them, he wore boxer boxer-briefs, and his erection was outlined clearly through the fabric.
He pushed me back onto the bed, and when I lay down, my thighs spread wide, he stood and admired me.
"You are so luscious. I'm going to lick every inch of you."
He pulled off his boxer briefs and stood naked before me, his thick erection jutting out, dripping wet. The sight of him makes my breath catch in my throat. I wanted him to fill me up with his cock, I wanted to ride him. I didn't care how. I just wanted him inside of me.