Christina Lauren - Beautiful Beginning

Im about to cut a bitch, I hissed, pushing my share of the work away from me. Bennett failed to even look up, so I added, And by that, I mean paper-cut a bitch.

At least this got a tiny flicker of a smile. But I could tell, even after doing this for the past hour, he was still in Wedding Preparation Zone, and would keep robotically working until the entire, unending pile of cardstock in front of him was gone. Our normally immaculate dining room table was littered with Tiffany-blue wedding programs. Across from me, Bennett methodically folded each one in half before moving it to the Completed stack.

It was a simple process:

Fold, move.

Fold, move.

Fold, move.

Fold, move.

But I was losing my damn mind. Our flight left at six the following morning for San Diego, and our bags were all packed but for the four hundred wedding programs we had to fold. I groaned as I remembered we also had to tie five hundred blue ribbons around five hundred tiny satin bags full of candy.

You know what would make this night so much better? I asked.

His hazel eyes flickered to me before returning to the task at hand.

Fold, move.

A gag? he suggested.

Amusing, but no, I said, giving him the finger. What would make this night better would be getting on a plane and flying to Vegas, getting married, and then fucking all night in a giant hotel bed.

He didnt bother to reply to this, not even a whiff of a smile. It was probably fair to say hed heard this exact sentiment from me approximately seven thousand times in the past few months.

Fine, I replied to his silence. But Im serious. Its not too late to drop all of this and fly to Vegas.

He took a moment to scratch his jaw before reaching for another program to fold. Of course it isnt, Chlo.

Id been playing aroundmostlyup to this point, but with his words genuine irritation swept through me. I slapped my hand on the dining room table, earning a quick blink from him before he resumed his folding. Dont patronize me, Ryan.

Yeah. Okay.

I pointed a finger at him. Like that.

My fianc gave me a dry look, and then winked.

Damn that man and his goddamn sexy wink. My anger dissipated somewhat and in its place came a flare of desire. He was ignoring me, being a patronizing ass. I was being a bitch.

It was the perfect setup for me to have many, many orgasms.

I looked him over and sucked the edge of my lower lip into my mouth. He was wearing a deep blue T-shirt that was so old and worn, the collar was frayed andeven though I couldnt see itI knew there was a tiny hole right above the hem that was just big enough for me to slide my finger through and touch the warm skin of his stomach. Last weekend hed been wearing that T-shirt and Id asked him to keep it on while he fucked me against the bathroom counter, just so I could wrap it up in my fists.

I rocked a little in my chair to relieve the ache between my legs. Bed or floor. Your choice. I watched him as he remained impassive, and added in a whisper, Or I could just climb under the table and suck on you first?

Smirking down at his work, Bennett said, You cant get out of wedding preparation with sex.

I pulled back to study him. What kind of man says that? Youre broken.

Finally, he gave me a dark, hungry look. I promise you, Im not broken. Im getting this done so I can focus on wearing you out later.

Wear me out now, I whined, standing and walking over to him. I slid my fingers into his hair and tugged. Adrenaline dripped hot and electric into my veins when his eyes fluttered closed and he suppressed a groan. Wheres all this money you have? Why havent we hired someone to do this?

Laughing, Bennett wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled my fingers from his hair. After kissing my knuckles, he very deliberately set my hand back at my side. You want to hire someone to fold programs the night before we leave for San Diego?

Yes! Because sex!

But isnt it nicer like this? Enjoying each others company and, he said, lifting his wineglass to take a dramatic sip, conversing like the happily affianced lovers we are?

I glared at him, shaking my head at his attempted guilt trip. I offered sex. I offered hot, sweaty, floor sexand then I offered to give you a blow job. You want to fold paper. Who is the buzzkill here?

He picked up a program and studied it, ignoring me. Frederick Mills, he read aloud, and I began pulling my shirt up and over my head, together with Elliott and Susan Ryan welcome you to the wedding of their children, Chloe Caroline Mills and Bennett James Ryan.

Yes, yes, its so romantic, I whispered. Come here and touch me.

Officiant, he continued, the Honorable James Marsters.

If only, I sighed, and dropped my shirt on the floor before working my pants down my hips. Im going to pretend its Spike performing our wedding ceremony instead of that hilarious gentleman with early dementia we met back in November.

Judge Marsters performed my parents wedding ceremony almost thirty-five years ago, Bennett chastened me gently. Its sentimental, Chlo. The fact that he forgot to zip up his pants is a mistake anyone could have made.

Three times?

Chloe.

Fine. I did feel a little guilty for making the joke, but I stood quietly for a minute, letting my memory of the old, frazzled man take shape. Hed met us at the wedding site when we went out to see it last fall, and got lost on each of three trips to the mens room in under an hour, returning with his fly open each time. But do you think hell remember our na

Bennett cut me off with a stern look before he realized I was only wearing my bra and underwear, and then his expression went a completely different kind of dark.

Im just saying, I started, reaching behind me to unfasten my bra, it would be at least a little amusing if he forgot what he was doing halfway through the ceremony.

He managed to turn his attention back to folding the program before my breasts were exposed; he made a crisp seam as he slid his thumb along the edge. Youre being a pain in the ass.

I know. I also dont care.

He quirked an eyebrow as he looked up at me. Were almost done.

I bit back my response, which was to point out that folding the programs was the least of our worries; the next week with our two families together had the potential to be a disaster of Griswold-family holiday proportions, and wouldnt sex right now be a lot better than thinking about that? My father and his two boozy divorce sisters alone could make us crazy, but add in Bennetts side of the family, Max, and Will, and wed be lucky to get out of there without a felony under our communal belt.

Instead I whispered, Just really quick? Cant we take a little break?

He leaned forward, inhaling between my breasts before moving to the side and kissing a path to my left nipple. Once I start, I dont relish stopping.

You dont like interruptions, I dont like delayed gratification. Which of us do you think will get her way?

Bennett ran his tongue over my nipple, and then sucked it deeply into his mouth as his hands circled my waist, slid to my hips, and then worked together to pull my panties off with a satisfying rip.

Amusement lit up his eyes as he looked up at me from where he sucked at my other breast, and his fingers teased at the juncture of my hip and thigh. I suspect, my impossible wife-to-be, that youre going to get your way and then Ill finish folding these later while you sleep.