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  “Oh, it’s just that things seemed so bleak when I last saw you. I can’t believe you worked it all out. But then again, you always did manage to solve even the most problematic cases.”

  Nicky threw him a smile. He looked good in his new suit, his gray hair combed neatly back. “You mean, like the red file?”

  Smith chuckled. “Now, aren’t you glad I gave you that assignment?”

  She nodded. “Okay, chief. I admit it. You were right to keep me here instead of sending me to Mexico. I can’t thank you enough.”

  “You don’t have to thank me,” he said, looping her hand through his arm. “Just seeing you looking so beautiful and happy is enough for me. Ready?”

  Nicky had to try to contain that happiness as she walked arm in arm with Smith downstairs and out the door into the sunny afternoon. She didn’t want to cry on her wedding day, even if they were tears of joy.

  The Lindenfield gardens seemed to be blooming just for her as Nicky stepped toward the small gathering of people already seated on a stretch of plush lawn. She felt calm and peaceful as a solo violin began to play a slow, sultry version of the “Wedding March”. Then her eyes met Matt’s, sending her heart into a stronger, faster rhythm. He looked so handsome standing at the far end of the aisle decorated with ribbons and posies. At that moment, she suddenly knew, with all certainty, that he would never mislead or mistrust her again. That he would always be there for her. It wasn’t just the fact that they were getting married, it was more than that. Even from a distance, she could see his love and desire for her shining so brightly, it put the sun to shame.

  Walking down the aisle ahead of her was Kate, her bridesmaid. Nicky smiled as she followed, recalling how they’d both individually longed for a sister growing up. Some wishes really can come true, Nicky thought, as she progressed, step by step, toward the man of her dreams.

  The ceremony left the crowd with tearstained smiles. Afterward, they moved across to an open area beside the lake where refreshments were served and the guests could mingle. With Matt staying by her side, Nicky quizzed him on unfamiliar faces in the crowd. She wanted to get all the names straight.

  “Matt, who is that with my mother?” she asked, staring at the back of a tall, distinguished-looking gentleman.

  “Didn’t she tell you?” he said, his dark brows lifting in surprise. “Well, as you know, Libby has been staying here at Lindenfield for the past week. And you know what happens when you hang around this place long enough.”

  Nicky turned to give him a searching stare. “What?”

  “You fall in love.”

  She gazed into his dancing eyes. “You mean…?”

  “That’s right. Frank. Seems your mother’s taken quite a shine to him. And just this morning I caught him sneaking into her room. And I don’t think it was to bring her the morning paper either.”

  Nicky laughed and shook her head, though inwardly she was pleased. Good luck does come in threes.

  Just then Smith approached, a cigar in his hand as usual. But as he got closer, she noticed something different about it. “Don’t tell me you’ve splurged on an expensive cigar in honor of my wedding,” she exclaimed.

  He smiled and shook his head. “No, sorry, Nick. This was a present from Mr. Dark Eyes.”

  Matt looked quizzically at Smith, then turned back to her. “Mister who?”

  “Well, I guess in a way, that’s how this whole thing started,” she explained. “You see, before I began your case, Smithy gave me this black-and-white photograph of you. Even back then you were grinning at me.”

  Smith cleared his throat. “Seems she liked your dark eyes. Guess she was caught up in your spell from day one.”

  A smile grew on Matt’s lips as he nodded. “But I’m not just a print anymore. Now you’re stuck with me, Nicky. For better and for worse.”

  “I’m not worried about you two,” Smith said, waving to his wife who was busy checking out a selection of appetizers. “If ever I saw a couple in love, it’s you. True love, I’d say.”

  “I thought you didn’t believe in love?” Nicky said indignantly.

  Smith smiled slowly. “I thought you didn’t either.”

  The next thing she heard was Matt’s voice whispering in her ear. “I do love you, Nicky—truly.”

  She felt her heart flutter, then take wings and fly. For that brief instant, her emotions soared high and free. She knew even if she were never to leave the state again, she would be happy. Those dark eyes still held unexplored worlds for her, and she could hardly wait to start discovering them. Which reminded her…

  “Matt, where are we going for our honeymoon? You still haven’t told me.”

  “Oh, just the place you wanted to be while you were stuck here, spying on me.”

  Mexico? She shifted her gaze to Smithy, who was looking shamelessly pleased with himself. Glaring at him as if he had betrayed her, she pursed her lips.

  “But, I thought that was what you wanted, Nicky,” Matt said, sounding disappointed as he took in the silent exchange.

  Nicky turned to him, a smile melting away her mock anger. “It is,” she said softly. “I love you, Matt. Excuse us for a moment, Smithy.”

  Smith winked at her as she led Matt a few paces away. “I think we need some time alone.”

  He smiled, his hand slipping around her waist and dipping surreptitiously lower, to touch her buttocks draped in the white lace of her wedding dress.

  She felt her body respond with a tremor in her groin. A wave of warmth rushed through her as she looked desperately around the grounds. She pulled him around a manicured hedge that was just high enough to conceal them from the rest of the wedding party.

  “Nicky—”

  Stopping his words, she covered his lips with hers. Probing his mouth, she entwined her tongue around his as her hands held onto his shoulders, then trailed down his muscular chest to the fly of his trousers. Even without unzipping him, she could feel his erection rising beneath her hand.

  Matt groaned. “Can’t you wait until the honeymoon?” he murmured against her neck.

  “I thought we should get in at least one dress rehearsal,” she replied, her tone smooth and low. He laughed as she guided his hand under the long skirt of her wedding dress.

  “It could be a challenge with all these clothes on,” he replied. “Especially here, with so many people who could happen upon us.”

  Her mischievous smile soon turned to moans of pleasure as he found his way through all the satin and lace to her naked cleft. He began to stroke the outer folds of her labia, then suddenly pulled away.

  She opened her eyes, wondering why he was stopping. Then she saw what he saw. Another couple was watching them as they passed by on their way to the Lindenfield mansion. Matt waved while Nicky turned away, hiding her face in his lapel.

  “There are too many people milling about in every direction,” Matt said quietly as he continued to wave and smile. “Too dangerous.”

  “Where can we go?” she whispered.

  As soon as the couple disappeared, he took her hand. “I have an idea. Follow me.”

  She walked as quickly as she could in her long gown, following Matt along a little-used garden path to a small wooded area.

  “Just a bit further.”

  The path through the woods was narrow, forcing Nicky to follow behind him. She made use of the opportunity to dig her free hand under his suit jacket and shirt to the firm plane of his back. She ran her palm up over the muscular skin while he reached behind and felt her bared thigh where she was lifting her skirt, protecting the lacy hem from the ground.

  Her breathing raced at his touch, at the anticipation of what they were about to do even while their guests conversed just steps away.

  “Here we are,” he said, his steps hastening as he led her forward.

  Nicky looked over Matt’s shoulder and saw a tiny cabin nestled in the trees. It was made of logs and had wood shingles and a chimney. “Who lives here?” she asked, nearly out of br
eath.

  “No one. It used to belong to the gardener when we were kids, but now I keep it as a guesthouse.”

  “Oh Matt, it’s perfectly…”

  He stopped her words with a kiss that penetrated not only her mouth, but seemed to invade her body as well, stirring her yearnings anew. He made a sound deep in his throat as the kiss wreaked a similar effect on him.

  Gasping for breath and for more than what they could give each other clothed, he broke the kiss and tugged her hand, leading her inside. The door opened onto a small living space complete with a table and two chairs, a fireplace, and, nestled in the corner, a poster bed covered with an old-fashioned handmade quilt.

  Matt didn’t waste any time. He locked the door and immediately began undressing, throwing his shirt and tux onto one of the chairs. But Nicky couldn’t disrobe so easily. Her wedding dress was sleek and form-fitting, with dozens of tiny pearl buttons descending down her back, holding it together.

  While she continued to struggle, she saw that Matt was already naked, his lightly tanned skin gleaming over the taut muscles of his chest and the long, thick lines of his thighs. In between rose his phallus, larger than ever, it seemed to Nicky, its domed head gleaming with the smallest spill of his seed.

  He closed the distance between them, his erection extended in front of him as if yearning towards her, reaching for her touch. And she did touch him, her hand winding around the thick shaft of his cock. Since he had already spilled some of his juices, she used them to slip her hand up and down over the straining rod.

  Matt sighed in appreciation as he reached behind her and began undoing the small pearls as quickly as he could manage, his large hands fumbling with the delicate buttons, anxious to release her from the last remaining barrier that kept them apart.

  Finally, Nicky was able to wriggle her shoulders free. Her breasts burst out of the bodice as Matt pulled the dress down over her hips to the floor. His hands gathered her breasts together and brought the already erect nipples to his mouth, tasting and sucking them both at the same time. Then Nicky felt his teeth biting her, exciting her, and finally, filling her with an unstoppable, driving need.

  While her hand reached past his erection to cup the two heavy balls that hung beneath, she began to rub her pubis against the hard muscle of his upper thigh. She rubbed herself up and down against him until her cleft opened, her labia pushed back by her movements, her clitoris growing with the heated contact of skin on skin.

  Leaving her breasts jiggling in the air, Matt reached down and slipped his hand along her thigh until he was between her legs and running his fingers through her wet folds to her bud. He squeezed it between his fingers, making her scream with pleasure.

  “Oh yes, Matt. Yes.”

  She felt her excitement rise like the crest of a wave, but it was too soon. She didn’t want to climax yet. “Take me to the bed,” she said, her words demanding as her eyes took in the length of his phallus once again. Just imagining him inside her was once again driving her toward the point of no return.

  “Hurry!” she added, the word halfway between a command and a plea.

  Matt slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted her against him, her buttocks resting just over his erection. She could feel the stiff penis nestling under her, slipping easily into her cleft. How she longed to have it enter her, possess her.

  When he reached the bed, he quickly lowered her onto her right side. Then he lay behind her propped up on one elbow, his left hand slipping around her waist to her hot, engorged mound. He gently opened the folds of her labia and began to caress the base of her clitoris. Once again, Nicky felt her desire heightening, her need for release almost unbearable.

  Just when she thought she would explode, Matt removed his hand. She sighed as he gathered her left breast in his cupped palm while he slid his cock between her buttocks.

  “I’m going to take you now, Nicky,” he breathed into her ear. “I can’t wait any longer. I want you too much.” His erection came into contact with her thick juices that clearly led the way to her opening. Without hesitating, he drove deep inside her, taking her breath away.

  As he withdrew and plunged into her again, she reached behind her to where his thigh lay parallel against hers. She grasped onto the firm muscle, grounding herself to earth while he thrust into her again. She wanted to hold herself back from the brink of ecstasy as long as she could.

  His hand squeezed her nipple one last time before descending beneath the heavy undersides of her breasts to her abdomen. Wrapping his arm around her middle, he pulled her against him as he entered her, rocking their bodies together in unison with his thrusting. She could feel his excitement building, the tension hard in his thighs as they rubbed up against the back of hers. His phallus was hot and hard inside her, forcing her clitoris to stand erect and wanting.

  Sensing his approaching orgasm, she reached between her legs and circled her enlarged bud with her index finger. Immediately the pressure in her mounted, and just as she heard Matt cry out, she reached the precipice and peaked. The quick throbbing of her orgasm merged with his, and she groaned at the blissful, rhythmic harmony of their well-timed lovemaking.

  She remained snuggled up against him as their inhalations slowed and she opened her eyes to the peaceful surroundings. The sun was shining through the window, spilling a shaft of light over their spent bodies. She could feel Matt’s lips grazing the back of her neck beneath her hair, sending a tickle down her spine.

  “We’d better get back,” he whispered, “or they’ll start looking for us.”

  She turned to face him, tracing one finger along the square lines of his jaw. “Can’t we stay just a little while longer?”

  He smiled and reached down to caress her breasts that were still tender, still swollen from their lovemaking. She rolled onto her back as he squeezed her nipples. They instantly came alive at his bidding, turning hard and erect beneath his fingers. Then he reached down and sank his hand into her warm cleft, her juices wetting his fingers, inviting him inside once again.

  The sun streamed in across the bed, gleaning over her skin and lighting the fire in her hair. And as Matt continued pleasuring her, she closed her eyes, drinking in his touch. She was in too much bliss to tell him, but inwardly she knew that, as difficult as it was to imagine, their lovemaking would only get better now that all of their hidden secrets were exposed to the true, blessed light of day.

  About the author

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