Chapter 24: Both Mugs

The wedding dress had forty-one buttons down the back, and Griffin undid every one of them himself.

He did it slowly, in her bedroom, with the lamp on and the door unlocked, because nobody in the house needed the lock tonight.

Imogen stood with her hands braced on the bedpost and her head bowed, and every button he opened she breathed out.

"You're counting," she said.

"Thirty-one. Thirty-two."

"You've lost your place."

"I'll start over."

"Don't you dare."

The dress fell.

She turned in it and put her mouth on his.

For a while there was only that, long and unhurried, her fingers working his shirt open as he walked her back to the bed.

The sheets were ironed. They didn't stay that way.

He laid her down and covered her, and she opened her legs around him and pulled him in with both hands.

"Say my name," she said.

"Which one?"

"Both."

"Jo," he said, pushing into her slowly, until she gasped. "Imogen."

She arched under him and held on.

He moved in her, deep and steady, his forehead against hers, her heels in the small of his back.

She was wet and tight and so warm that he had to stop once and press his face to her neck.

"Don't stop," she whispered.

"I'm not stopping. I'm never stopping."

She came first, soft and shaking, with his name falling out of her in pieces, and he followed with a groan and a hand tangled in her hair.

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