"What? Why?"
"I mean, that's a thing that people do. They wait to make the first time after the wedding special."
He laughed. "That's not a thing."
"Yes it is." I smiled up at him.
"Fine, it is. But it's not something we're going to do. You don't really want to, do you?"
"I don't know." I bit my lip.
"We're already indulging in a life of sin." He leaned between my legs, pressing his erection against me, and lightly kissed my neck. "So much sin." He bit my earlobe.
I swallowed down the moan that wanted to escape.
"Besides, you really think you can resist me for two weeks?" He untied my towel and cupped my left breast in his hand, teasing my nipple as he left a trail of kisses down my stomach.
My body squirmed beneath his. He was right. There was no way we'd be able to resist each other for that long.
He kissed my hipbone and then suddenly stopped. He smiled up at me. "Okay, game on. We'll see who breaks first."
"What? You can't just tease me like that."
He laughed. "I'm totally going to win."
"James it's not a game. And let's start tomorrow."
"No way. I have you right where I want you." He kissed my hipbone again and stood up.
"You're not serious?"
"It was your idea. Hurry up, we're going to be late." He disappeared into the closet.
Of course he turned it into a game. And he was right. He probably would win. His ass looked so amazing in those boxers.
***
"Have you told them all about your awesome fiancé that you're withholding sex from yet?"
I laughed. "No, I'm going to tell them after lunch." Today was already going better, although, the nickname Fight Club had seemed to stick. I picked at my salad. I had vowed to eat healthier before the wedding. And Ellen had packed me a lunch that consisted of virtually nothing edible.
James pushed half his sandwich toward me. I didn't hesitate to pick it up and take a huge bite.
"I don't know why you're pretending to go on a diet before the wedding," he said.
"It's the principle of the thing. I'm supposed to look my very best."
"You do."
"Is that so?" I hitched my skirt up a little and watched his eyes wander up my thighs. Maybe I could win this game. I'd have to ask Ellen to pack me a banana in my lunch tomorrow. I could definitely work with that.
"I have a lot of self control, Penny." He grabbed his sandwich back out of my hand.
"Is that why you slept with one of your students?"
He raised his left eyebrow. "The pros outweighed the cons on that one. I could have controlled myself. I just chose not to."
"Sure."
