Hi all. D. L. Croisette here. Popping in with a thanks for reading and a with a warning. Usually my stories are slow to heat up but as you may have guessed by reading the first two chapters, Mary and Simon are coming in hot. This chapter and the next contain adult content.

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There was a knock at the door. Mary's stomach did a flip flop.

At last.

Taking a deep breath, Mary opened it and taking a hold of his tie, yanked the tall brunette into the room. He stumbled slightly, perhaps with the force of her actions, but she hoped it was in excitement. Not giving Simon a chance to speak, she spun him around and tugged him towards her. She registered the goofy grin on his face, right before she crashed against his lips.

He tasted of champagne and ... Simon. There wasn't another taste like it in the world. And Mary had been craving it.

Simon responded to her aggressive stance by pushing his hips towards Mary's and pinning her against the heavy oak entry, trapping her in place. His mouth responded to her question, testing out different angles until he hit a spot that made her moan. Mary appreciated his quick response, admiring the fact he was not a slow learner.

Nothing between them was ever slow.

Fists clenching the lapels of his jacket, Mary tried to create the friction she desperately wanted. His hands circled her waist and his hard, toned torso rubbed against her aroused chest. Closer, she needed him closer. Arching her back she pushed up while sucking harder on lips moulded to her mouth.

It elicited a low growl from Simon, turning her insides to molten lava. Mary loved how Simon responded to her touch. She didn't have to hold back with him, she felt free to request anything she desired. And she desired a lot.

Simon's hand slid down her body and lifted the lilac material of her bridesmaid dress. Hot fingers branded her bare skin as her legs started to quiver. Heart pounding in expectation of his explorations, she silently urged him to move up, up towards where she wanted those digits to work their magic. His body jerked when his hand found her underwear free, followed by a gasp of delight before Simon did what he did best. As only he knew how to.

His touch pushed thoughts of weddings, brides and pride out of her brain. Mary revelled in the feel of Simon's lean body pressed against her. His erection protruding into her hip. His desire so obvious, so raw. The warmth of his body driving out the cold. Yes, she moaned, this is what she wanted. The heat. No thinking, just him.

All of him. Forcing her hands between them, Mary found his belt and yanked on it until it came free. Simon created a fraction of space between them so she could undo his pants, removing his hands from her body. She missed his touch but was rewarded by the sound of the crinkle of a condom wrapper.

Breaking the kiss, Simon used his teeth to impatiently rip open the foil. Mary licked her lips as he, with slightly shaking hands, rolled on the condom. Then there was a moment. Both of them panting in unison, Simon's baby blue eyes searching hers. Mary could feel his stare down to her toes. She nodded ever so slightly.

Then at last they were one, connected, moving together. One of his hands swept under her thigh, tugging her leg up, allowing him to dive deep inside. The other braced itself on the door beside her head. Blue eyes filled with the look that haunted her dreams bore into her making the outside world disappear.

His pulse pounded underneath her touch as she ran her hands across his shoulders, along his collar, diving into his hair. Tugging him towards her, Simon's voice broke as her name escaped his mouth over and over in a form of benediction meant only for her. Then his scorching lips sucked at her neck. He'd remembered her favourite spot.

More hot lava pooled deep inside her, threatening to erupt. He consumed her, pumping and pulling, grasping and grinding, having and holding. It was everything she longed for all those lonely nights, alone in her bed with only pale memories to keep her alive. This was real. This was everything. Simon filling her up, making her feel whole again, driving out the demons. Burying her face into his shoulder Mary screamed Simon's name as her orgasm rippled through her.

Simon followed her shortly afterwards, his own cries muffled by her hair. She clutched at him, not wanting to let go. Hot breath fanned her cheek as his forehead pressed against the side of her. Another reminder of her effect on him. Did she take his breath away as he did her?

His shaking body started to slip away. Firm hands grasped her waist, dragging her with him, causing them both to topple to the floor. Simon cushioned the blow, keeping Mary tight against him. It was exactly where she wanted to be.

Lying on top of him, she luxuriated in the fading heat of their passion. Regret it was over so soon trickled into her thoughts. She batted it away, inhaling deeply the musky scent of Simon. It worked, short-circuiting her brain.

It wasn't over for Simon either it seemed, as he found her mouth, twisting his tongue around hers. Gently rolling her onto her back, he traced a hand across her stomach. As if he had all the time in the world, he found his way to her chest, cupping a breast with such tenderness she thought she might cry. His hand held her like it was made for this sole purpose. Then his nail scraped across an alert nipple. Mary gasped into his mouth, revelling in the feeling his touch produced.

Through the haze she attempted to cop her own feel, trying to undo the buttons of his shirt with her free hand. Wanting to get to the toned muscles hidden under the white fabric. A part of her wondered if lifting kegs of beer all day kept him in shape or did he have to work out?

All the while Simon's lips never left hers, his tongue now dancing in sync with the slow rotations made by the pad of his skilled thumb. She gave up on the buttons, moaning in pleasure at his knowledge of how to treat her body.

If Mary thought he knew what he was doing then, what Simon did next proved him a master. That tender touch left her breast, travelling south. Her heart rate took off again in anticipation.