The wedding day felt like the longest tease of Olivia’s life.
She stood at the altar in her soft lavender bridesmaid dress, bouquet in hand, watching Adrian say “I do” to Emma. He looked perfect in his black tux — tall, broad shoulders filling it out, dark hair neatly styled. His voice was steady as he slipped the ring on Emma’s finger. Olivia smiled for the photos, but inside her body was on fire. Last night’s taste of him still lingered on her tongue. Her p***y throbbed every time their eyes met for a second too long.
During the group photos after the ceremony, the tension spiked. They lined up on the steps outside the church. Adrian stood right behind Olivia. While the photographer called for smiles, his hand brushed her ass “by accident.” Then it stayed there, fingers pressing lightl
