All In by Kate Willoughby

tongue, coax all the honey out of her that he could so that after she came all over his face, he’d be able to slip his cock right inside. After that he’d do his best to satisfy her so completely that the next day she’d sleep until noon.
    Unfortunately, Mariah had already mentioned she wanted to hang around for the tossing of the bouquet, so sighing, he resigned himself to another half hour at least until he spied a door they’d tried to shield with potted plants festooned with twinkle lights. A quick glance told him that the banquet room had been divvied up to provide a more intimate space for this small reception, and he recalled only one sign outside in the hallway identifying the DeLuca reception.
    Conclusion: there was no party going on next door.
    Not yet, anyhow.
    * * * * *
     
    “What’s going on? Where are we going?” Mariah frowned at Tucker as he led her away from the dance floor after the song ended.
    “I have a surprise for you now,” he replied, looking around to see if anyone was watching them. No one was.
    He pulled the door open, swiftly drew Mariah with him into the darkened room and closed it behind them.
    “Tucker,” Mariah protested, “I can’t see a—”
    He cut off her words with a kiss. Mariah was obviously startled but didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. Their tongues slid against each other as he herded her toward the partition. A more lively song played in the room next door, for which Tucker was glad. The louder the music, the better the sound buffer.
    Mariah clutched him tightly as he ran a hand along her thigh, lifting her leg so it rested against his hip and allowed him to grind himself against her. She moaned as the ridge of his cock rubbed her.
    “Have you ever done it in public before like this?”
    “No, never,” she said, panting.
    “Me either, but I want you too damn much to wait.”
    Their mouths met again. Tucker reached under her dress and snuck a hand into her panties. Her pussy was already dripping. With a low moan, he pushed a finger inside the tight heat and then back out again. Mariah rocked her hips toward him as he thrust his tongue into her mouth with a corresponding tempo.
    By now his eyes had adjusted to the darkness. The room held only furniture—round tables and stacks of chairs lined up along the perimeter. As much as he wanted to take Mariah right up against the wall, he was afraid the movable partition would give them away. Making a quick decision, he grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her with a grunt on top of the nearest stack of chairs. She stifled a gasp and flailed, grabbing the base of the topmost chair as they tilted slightly with her weight.
    “I gotcha,” he said, steadying her. Now she was at the perfect height.
    “You’re crazy,” she said under her breath, still gripping the seat of the chair.
    “Crazy about you,” he replied in a low voice. He reached under her dress and tugged her panties off.
    She gave a little laugh. “How crazy?”
    Tucker paused, her undies dangling from his hand. He knew her question was an earnest one cloaked in an offhand tone, and he was tempted to give her a flip answer, but she deserved better than that. She’d shown her emotional hand to him when she admitted to TiVoing the WPT and again in the gondola when she’d divulged everything about the wish and the magic. He couldn’t in good conscience keep his own feelings so close to his chest, not if he wanted this budding relationship to work.
    “I’m so crazy about you,” he said slowly, annoyed at how jittery he felt, “that I’m moving here. I’m going to relocate to Vegas.”
    She fell silent, peering at him. Her eyes were bright even in the darkness of the empty room. Even though he could hear the party going on strong next door, he felt as though he and Mariah were frozen in time. He was pretty sure she’d be more than okay with his announcement, but his nerves jangled nonetheless.
    “Are you moving here because of me?” she asked