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his chest told her how much pleasure she was giving him, and his dark brown nipples beaded hard when she leaned down and flickered her tongue against them. His groan of appreciation urged her on, and she lifted her mouth to his. His kiss seared her, instantly hot and hard, evidence of how much he wanted her hands on him. He pushed the curtain of her hair away from her face with both hands, crushing her open mouth to his as his tongue moved around hers.
    Jesus, she loved him like this. A little out of control, a breath away from losing it. She wanted him to lose it altogether.
    She lifted her head, then heard him curse under his breath when she lowered it again over his cock. Ruby wasn’t sure if he groaned or she did as her lips slipped over the length of him. He filled her mouth, straining and rigid, the most delicious aphrodisiac she’d ever tasted. Ford’s restless hands roamed her back. Stroked her hair. Dipped between them to roll her nipples. He twisted his torso around, and she didn’t realize his intentions until his head was between her knees on the mattress and he had pulled her sex down onto his face. She gasped around his cock, and his guttural moan reverberated against her clitoris, his morning bristles rough against her thighs as he splayed her with his fingers. He licked her. She sucked him. He sucked her. She licked him. His body told her that he was getting close; his hips jerked, thrusting his cock deeper into her throat as he took her clit in his mouth and loved her with his tongue. It was the most overwhelmingly sexual experience Ruby had ever known, and she couldn’t hold back the orgasm that ripped through her body as he held her down on his face, his hot semen pumping into her throat. She took it all, loving that they’d given each other such mind-blowing pleasure with their hands and their mouths.
    They stayed there afterwards, spent, her arms around his thighs, his around her body, their mouths gentle on each other now that the violent need had passed.
    “Um, Rubes…” Ford said eventually, stroking the back of her thighs.
    “Hmm?” She was utterly content, her lips getting lazily acquainted with his hipbone.
    “I hate to say this, but don’t you have a wedding to organize this afternoon?”

Chapter Eight
    Standing in reception later that morning, Ruby’s brow creased with worry as she glanced at her watch. The wedding was less than six hours away, and all of her meticulous plans were coming undone.
    Emma had been in tears twice already, once because her favorite aunt and uncle couldn’t make it because of the weather, and again because the weatherman was forecasting that even more snow would fall throughout the day. Guests arrived in dribs and drabs throughout the morning, blowing into the hotel like intrepid explorers bundled up in winter coats and boots.
    Ruby supplied them all with hot chocolate as they warmed their bones by the reception hearth, soothing Emma’s nerves even though behind her serene smile Ruby was in a complete and utter panic. The minister had made it in; if nothing else, they had a wedding celebrant.
    She was down to a skeleton staff because of the weather conditions, and she hadn’t been able to get hold of either the band or the caterers to confirm their bookings.
    That was when the lights went out.
    The low-level chatter in reception stopped as the lamps winked off, leaving the room lit only by the dull winter daylight and the glow from the fire. There was that slow whir of everything powering down, of the reception computers going dark, and then everyone started talking at once, high-pitched voices tinged with panic.
    Ruby looked at the phone in her hand, the line to backup caterers suddenly dead. No matter. They’d only been explaining that they couldn’t help her anyway.
    She had to face facts. It was New Year’s Eve, they were snowed in, and now it would seem they had to make do without electricity too.
    It was at that precise moment that Ford