Alice

ALICE

“Where are we going?” I can’t stop my giggle as Michael hauls me away from our reception and into an elevator.

I may have had too much champagne tonight, especially after those Jell-O shots Suzy snuck into the venue. But is it really possible to have too much at your wedding? Especially when it’s New Year’s Eve?

Michael smirks down at me as he presses the button for the top floor.

It’s the penthouse suite. The biggest, most over-the-top hotel room I’ve ever laid eyes on.

But I wouldn’t care if we were going back to my basement bedroom. The only thing that matters is that it’s my wedding night and I’m spending it with Michael.

The elevator doors slide shut, and Michael steps back so he can look at all of me.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Mrs. Kesso.”

Warmth fills my belly.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Mr. Kesso.”

It’s an understatement. In head-to-toe black, Michael looks the perfect mix of handsome and dangerous.

The doors slide open.

“Come, Wife.”

I take Michael’s hand and resist making a comment about how I plan to.

We walk in silence to our door, and I wait for Michael to unlock it.

We stayed here last night, in the suite overlooking Minneapolis, so I know what to expect when the door opens.

Except it’s not exactly the same.

The lights are all dimmed, and there are overflowing bouquets of flowers in the living room.

I slow, spotting a tray of chocolate-covered berries and a bottle of champagne on the coffee table.

Michael starts to pull me past it, then he pauses.

“Actually…” He reaches down and plucks the bottle out of the bucket of ice. “Now come on, we’re almost out of time.”

“Out of time?” I quicken my steps to keep up with him.

“You’ll see.” Michael doesn’t turn toward the bedroom. He leads me to the doors to the rooftop terrace.

He drags the door open, and a gust of cold air rolls over us.

I’m about to tell him it’s too cold to go outside when I see it.

The dome-shaped tent.

Only it’s not a tent exactly, because, as I step out into the night, the city lights bounce off the mirrored walls of the dome.

“We can see out,” Michael says as he unzips a hidden door panel. “But no one can see in.”

Desire starts to swirl in my center.

I have an idea of what Michael would like to do out here, and I’m ready for it.

When I step inside the little dome, I’m surprised by the warmth—the dim glow of a heater in the corner.

And the rest of the space is filled with… a bed covered in thick blankets and fluffy pillows.

Michael follows me in and secures the door.

“Take your panties off, Mrs. Kesso.”

I turn to face him, the bed behind me.

Slowly, I part the sides of my skirt, revealing more and more skin as I go.

Michael shrugs off his suit jacket as he watches.

I reach up under my dress and grip the sides of my panties.

Michael undoes the top two buttons of his shirt.

I tug the lacy material down my legs.

Michael rolls up his sleeves.

I step out of my panties.

Michael holds his hand out for them.

Heat blooms inside me as I place the body-warmed fabric into his hand.

He closes his fist around the material, then shoves them into his pocket. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”

I sit.

He removes his belt.

I spread my knees, my skirt splitting to the hip, the material draping between my legs.

He undoes his pants, the zipper loud in the small space.

I reach for the tie at my side.

He pulls the front of his boxer briefs down.

I undo the bow, and the dress loosens, then parts. And my bare breasts spill free.

Michael groans and pulls his dick out.

I stare. My mouth watering.

“Eyes up here.” His voice is gravel.

I lift my gaze to meet Michael’s as he opens the champagne.

It’s dark, but not so dark I can’t see his expression.

The hunger in his eyes.

And it’s making me tremble.

“Husband, I need you to touch me.”

Michael steps between my spread legs, his cock straining toward me.

Strong fingers grip my chin, tipping my head back just a bit more.

“Open your mouth, Wife.”

I part my lips. But instead of feeding me his length, Michael brings the champagne bottle up to his mouth.

He swallows, then pours more into his mouth. And dampness pools between my legs.

I get it now.

I open my mouth wider.

He bends over me, and with his eyes on mine, he parts his lips, and the champagne falls from his mouth into mine.

And the sky erupts above us.

Fireworks fill the night.

The taste. The explosions. All of it lights my body on fire.

Michael applies pressure on my chin. “Swallow.”

I close my mouth and swallow.

Michael lowers to his knees before me.

The low bed is the perfect height. And his body lines up with mine.

Michael holds the bottle up to my mouth as he presses the tip of his dick against my wet entrance.

I tip my head back again, and this time he pours the liquid directly into my mouth.

I keep it there.

The bubbles dancing on my tongue.

Michael sets the bottle down, then grabs my hip with one hand and the back of my head with the other.

Michael tilts his mouth below mine.

I press my lips to his parted ones, and as I push the champagne out of my mouth and into his, he shoves his hips forward.

He fills me as he takes from me.

He fucks me as he makes love to me.

And under the exploding sky, we melt into each other.

Becoming one.