“Oh, it’s like that huh?” I speed walk to the bedroom, twisting this way and that to avoid knocking over any of the knickknacks with her feet.

“Just saying, I gave myself two orgasms Monday night alone.” She waggles her brows. “That piercing was great rub hub material.”

Rub hub? Where the hell does she come up with this shit?

“Two, huh?” Still chuckling, I set her to her feet. “Then I’ll be sure to deliver three.”

Her teeth clamp down on her lower lip as she stares after me with hunger blazing in her eyes. “Unzip me?”

“With pleasure.” I pull her front flush to my chest and reach around to lower the zipper at the small of her back. When I lean in for a kiss, she starts walking away with measured backward steps.

“I bought something special to wear for you tonight.” She lets the thin straps slip just past her shoulders, just enough to tease.

Heat surges to my dick. “Did you?”

She nods, roving her eyes over me like I’m a piece of meat. “Feel free to lose the suit while I’m away.”

With that she spins on her heels and rushes off to the en suite, leaving me gaping after her.

It doesn’t take long for me to snap out of it and strip down to my birthday suit. This is normally the point where I’d give my cock a few strokes, making sure he’s presentable for the upcoming performance. But he’s doing quite the job himself. Just the thought of slipping between her thighs has a bead of moisture seeping from the tip.

I wish I’d thought to find some silk boxers or a Hugh Heffner robe or some shit for the occasion. I don’t even know if grooms do that. But I feel a little ill prepared knowing she’s getting all sexified on the other side of that door and I’m just…naked. And while that in itself is very impressive, it doesn’t require much thought.

I’m feeling a little disappointed in myself until I remember the gift the guys gave me at my bachelor party that I tossed into my suitcase.

Must’ve been kismet at work again because it couldn’t be more perfect.

Snickering the whole time, I retrieve my “outfit” and put it on, eager for her reaction. While I’m at it, I apply the adhesive plastic patch to my tattoo to keep it protected.

Then, I wait.

Ten excruciating minutes go by before the click of the doorknob finally signals her impending arrival.

The door swings open, narrowly missing my face, and out walks the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen—Li’l Bit, scantily clad in white lace and ribbon. Her tits are spilling out of a sheer bra. Her rosy nipples are hard as stone, pushing through two little peepholes. Ay caramba.