Page 50 of When Love Takes Over
“But all my things are?—”
“Baby, don’t worry about that. I’ve taken care of everything.”
“But—”
“Malyah, chill out.”
I got out of the car and helped Malyah do the same. I’d checked into the Super Essence Suite last night because I didn’t want to risk leaving the house in my tuxedo and running into my parents or grandfather this morning.
Since I’d already checked in, I was able to have everything set up for this afternoon. I also paid a few of the housekeepers at thehotel where Malyah had been staying to pack up her things and deliver them here.
“Fine. I’ll chill, but if this is where we’ll be staying this weekend, I don’t want you wasting your money on the other room.”
“You worry too much. I got everything under control.”
She didn’t say anything else until we entered our room.
“Oh my God, Kenzo. This is so . . . romantic. No one has ever done anything like this for me before. When did you have time?”
“I’m glad to be your first, and you ask way too many questions. We just got married, and I wanted to do something special for my wife, so I made it happen.”
“Shit. I’m really somebody’s wife. Damn.”
“Not just somebody’s wife, . . .mywife.”
We hadn’t moved away from the door, and she turned to face me, wearing a wide smile.
“I am Mrs. Kenzo Goode III. That’s crazy.”
I grabbed her waist and pulled her body into mine, then pressed my forehead against hers.
“You want to know what’s crazy?”
“Tell me.”
I took her hand and rubbed it across my dick before saying, “My dick has been hard since I saw you walking toward me in the courthouse.”
“Oh, I?—”
I covered her mouth with mine, and she melted against my body. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and as each second passed, our kiss intensified.
I’d planned to wine and dine her before consummating our union, but I couldn’t wait much longer to have her. Based on the way she moaned into my mouth, she felt the same.
When her hands dropped from my shoulders to fumble with the waistband of my pants, I grabbed her wrists. One thing Icouldn’t handle right now was her soft hands rubbing my dick. I’d probably nut as soon as she made contact.
“Hold on, baby.”
I picked her up bridal style and headed to the bed. After gently placing her on the edge, I got on my knees, pushing her dress up and out of the way, and putting her legs on my shoulders. When I reached underneath and felt nothing but her bare pussy, I groaned.
“No panties?”
“I didn’t think I needed them.”
Her response caused me to smirk.
“Did I marry an undercover freak?”
Before she could respond, my face was buried between her thighs. My tongue brushed over her slick center, causing her body to tense momentarily before she opened her legs wider.
