Beth Albright - Wedding Belles

I held him to my naked breasts. It was the most emotionally charged moment I could ever remember. It was a huge release on so many levels. “I love you, too, Sonny. So much. Oh, my God, I have needed everything about you for so long.”

He stood in front of me, and we held the embrace for a minute—until we heard a car pull up in front of the building.

Both of us looked bug-eyed at each other. Then Sonny scurried to put his pants back on, hopping around the room on one foot and grabbing his shirt. He reached back over, kissed me on the lips, and then ran from my office, disappearing out the back door, still half-dressed, like the superhero of passion. I could barely wrap my head around what had just happened. Or what was likely to happen any minute.

I slammed my door shut and pulled my skirt back down, pulled my bra back up and quickly threw my shirt over my head, tucking it in as I heard keys opening the front door of the building.

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