Rewriting History

“That’s my baby girl!”

I wince and turn to seek Dad out, my cheeks heating, as the crowd chuckles. I shake my head and laugh as he winks at me while waving his arms. How embarrassing.

I walk up the steps. Eli is waiting for me with my certificate. His look is so courteous and professional, yet I know him well enough to know what he’s thinking is probably dirty. Smiling, I put a strut in my step and don’t take my eyes off his. Eli holds his hand out to me and I shake it.

“Congrats, baby,” he says, quiet enough so only I can hear.

Both of us turn to face the camera with our hands linked—protocol, and all. The photo is taken and he pulls his head toward my ear.

“After the ceremony, leave the gown on and meet me in my office. I want to fuck you on my desk in nothing but this and your high heels.” He winks at me before moving me along.

My core begins to pulsate, my channel already wet from just his words. How the hell am I supposed to stand through the rest of the ceremony after that?

Fucking tease.

“No underwear, you little kink? Fuck, you’re so wet,” he mumbles.

I’m perched on his desk with my gown puckered around my waist, my heels still on. He kneels between my legs, his hands looped around my bare thighs as his tongue thrusts inside me. I gasp, my legs clenching as he sucks on my clit.

“You taste so fucking good,” he mumbles, the vibration of his words against my pussy making me gasp. I’m so close already.

Just as I’m about to come, Eli stands and turns me roughly, pushing my chest into his desk. God, yes. I love this dominant side of him.

“Let me get a condom,” he mutters. I reach behind and grab hold of his shirt, pulling him back to me, his erection pressing at my entrance.

“I’m on the pill. I want to feel you inside of me,” I whimper, aching for him.

He hesitates for a second, and then in one sweeping motion he impales his cock into my slick hole. My breath catches and a moan escapes my mouth.

Slowly backing out, he forces himself in again roughly, repeating the motion over and over again, each time heightening my arousal. I’m so close.

His hand finds my clit and he rubs small circles. “I’m going to come. Finish with me Jill.”

My hands hold onto the top of the table to stop my sweaty body from sliding all over it as he speeds up his torment, keeping his rhythm on my clit. We both moan, and my breath hitches the closer the orgasm is to exploding. My legs shake and I let out a big groan as my pussy squeezes his cock. He stills, his body clenching, before he spills his seed inside me.

“Fuck, I love you so damn much. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world,” he mutters, kissing my neck. “You’re spending the rest of your life with me—you know that, right?”

I bite my lip and smile as I spin around, my mouth finding his. To know the man I love wants to spend the rest of his life with me is such a euphoric feeling. It’s the best feeling in the world.

His lips meet my forehead and I smile, my eyes meeting his.

“I guess we should go,” I mumble. “I’m pretty sure Mom, Dad, Alice, and Sophia will hunt me down otherwise. As sexy as this is, I don’t want to be caught in this position—especially not by my parents.”

I slide off the desk and reach for my dress, shimmying it over my hips as Eli watches, a smirk on his face.

“Are you all right?” I laugh, my cheeks going red.

He reaches out and fondles my nipple. “Sorry, just distracted by how sexy you look when they bounce.”

Laughing, I clip on my bra and zip up my dress, hoping like hell I have time to take a shower before dinner.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?” I ask him shyly.

“Nothing planned, why?”

“Would you like to come over for dinner? With my parents?” I ask.

He stands up and pulls me into his arms. “Really?” he grins.