A friend is celebrating her birthday and I figured what better way to celebrate than by revisiting some of her favorite characters. So, here is a brief epilogue for Kiera and Andrew from Waking Up in Vegas. Happy Birthday, Kandy! Enjoy your day :)
Waking Up in Vegas Epilogue
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“So, how are you, Mrs. Taylor?”
His voice was like a soft caress across all of my senses. I also didn’t miss the way he emphasized my new title. “You like that, don’t you?”
He chuckled. “Of course. It means you’re mine.” Andrew’s voice whispered in my ear as his hand wrapped tighter around my waist. “You are mine, aren’t you, Princess?”
I moaned quietly. “Yes. Yours.” Andrew pressed his lips to mine far too briefly. “Isn’t it time to leave yet?”
“Anxious to leave your own reception? We haven’t even cut the cake yet.”
Standing on my tip toes, I pressed my lips against his ear. “I’d rather just lick the frosting off of you.”
His answering groan was music to my ears and I smiled. It was still hard to believe this man was really mine. I was officially Mrs. Andrew Fucking Taylor. The thought made my grin wider. That would be awesome on a business card…
A photographer approached us and took several more shots as we continued to sway to the soft music. I admired my new rings under the light and appreciated the way the diamonds twinkled up at me. Michelle waved at me from across the floor where she danced with Josh and I smiled in response. I couldn’t seem to stop smiling, actually. It was a welcomed change.
“You are so beautiful.”
The sincerity behind Andrew’s words pulled my attention back to my husband. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Another click sounded from the camera as he lowered his mouth to mine.
When he eventually pulled away, I was slightly dazed. He normally had that effect on me. “Come,” he whispered, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the banquet room.
“Is that a promise?” I asked, lifting my dress slightly so I didn’t trip as we moved along.
He shook his head, trying, but failing, to hide his amusement. “You’re quite the comedian, Mrs. Taylor.”
I fluttered my eyelashes at Andrew. “You bring it out in me, Mr. Taylor. Now, where are we going? I thought we weren’t allowed to leave yet.”
“We’ll be back.” He glanced at me and gave me a wicked grin. “Eventually.”
Everything below my waist clenched in anticipation. “They probably wouldn’t miss us if we didn’t.”
Andrew chuckled. “I think that might be wishful thinking, Kiera.”
We rounded a corner and found ourselves in the opulent lobby of the new Tynes Vegas Hotel. I was shocked to see it teeming with people. My gaze flew to Andrew’s. “I thought the grand opening had been rescheduled!”
He shook his head. “Just moved back a few hours.” Andrew looked out over the lobby and I could see the pride shining in his eyes over what he’d built. What we’d built, together.
Several guests turned their attention toward us as we entered the lobby and spontaneous applause broke out. I felt my cheeks heat under their gaze. My husband, however, was unfazed by the attention and took the opportunity to dip me low over his arm and kiss me.
When I was righted again, I lifted trembling fingers to my lips. Damn he can kiss. More applause and several people had snapped a picture with their phones. Andrew raised his hand in thanks before wrapping his other arm around my waist and leading me toward the elevators. One at the very end only worked via key card access and that is the one he stopped in front of. Pulling the card from his pocket, he scanned it and the doors slid open.
Before I had time to process it, I was swept off my feet and carried into the elevator. I giggled as he struggled to swipe his card again without dropping me. “Put me down, you lunatic!”
The card finally scanned and he swatted my butt once. I barely felt it through the multiple layers of silk and lace. He finally set me down and I attempted to hide my smile. When the doors slid shut and the car began to ascend, his hand reached out and slapped at the wall. A bell sounded and the elevator shuddered to a stop.
My husband eyed me with carnal appreciation. “I believe you remember the drill, Princess?”
Giggling, I stepped away from his advancing hands. “And what would that be, Andy?”
“We only have about ten minutes.”
I made a dismissive noise. “You own the hotel. Surely we have as long as we want…”
He smiled. “We own this hotel, Princess. And despite that, I still don’t want to chance anyone seeing my wife naked.”
“Then I guess you’d better be quick.” I smirked at him.
Apparently I didn’t need to tell him twice. In three steps, he was on me, backing me into the corner of the elevator. His hands wrapped around my waist and quickly loosened the laces on the back of my dress. The front slipped down, exposing my breasts to his gaze.
Andrew sucked in a sharp breath as his finger gently traced each nipple. “What else are you hiding under this dress?” His voice was low and sultry and my eyes shut in response.
“Go exploring and find out.” My response was barely a whisper.
His lips kissed a trail from my lips, across my cheek, and down my throat. Lower and lower he traveled, kissing me, as he pulled my dress further down my body. When he reached my exposed thighs, he nipped me gently and snapped the garter belt holding my silk stockings up. “Fuck, you know I love these.”
“I do,” I said with a grin.
He growled. “Fuck. Those words coming from your gorgeous lips...” Andrew stood and claimed my mouth in a toe-curling kiss. He released me and helped me step from the dress that was now pooled around my heels.
Dropping to his knees, he gently lifted my right leg and pressed kisses all the way up until he reached my white satin panties. He chuckled when he saw the crystal letters spelling out I do on the front. “And now I have a whole new appreciation for those words.” A light kiss was pressed over the crystals and I sucked in a breath, my head falling back against the wall.
My hands reached out to grasp his head as his hot breath fanned over me. His deft fingers pulled my panties to the side and I moaned loudly at the first swipe of his tongue. “Andrew.” I sighed as he continued his languid pace. Opening my eyes I glanced down and the sight of him, my husband, on his knees before me, in his tuxedo, was nearly enough to put me over. But that’s not what I wanted. What I needed. “Andrew, please. I want you.”
“I’m right here, Princess.” He murmured against me before resuming with his magical tongue.
I moaned, my resolve wavering. But no. I wanted my husband. I wanted us to go over together. “I want you inside me.”
He groaned and the sound vibrated through me. I shivered. Andrew pressed one more kiss to my sensitive skin before pushing to his feet. His hand grabbed one of mine and together we caressed the front of his pants where his erection was straining to break free. Leaning close, he whispered against my ear. “Feel what you do to me, Kiera. What you always do to me.” I whimpered.
“Please,” I whispered.
Pushing my hand aside, he quickly undid the button and zipper and pushed his pants and briefs down. I licked my lips when I caught sight of Andrew in his half-dressed state. Fuck. Me. His lips crashed against my own as his hands snaked around my waist. He lifted my body easily and my legs wrapped around him as he slid inside. We both hissed out a breath.
Andrew set a punishing rhythm. It was either because he was as desperate as I was, or because our time was nearly up. I was fine with it, either way. The sound of our breathing and our bodies joining filled the elevator. My entire lower body clenched and he growled in response.
“I. love. You.” He whispered the words with each thrust and it was all I needed to hear to fall into oblivion. Andrew followed me over and together, we found our own nirvana.
When I came back to myself, I was seated on Andrew’s lap on the floor of the elevator. His heartbeat providing a soothing rhythm against my ear. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and I felt content. Cherished.
Remembering something important, I lifted my head just enough to stare into his eyes. “I love you, too.”
His smile nearly blinded me. “Forever, Princess. You’re my forever.”
“And you’re mine.”