My Husband Wants An Open Marriage

CHAPTER 103: La Hora Loca ~~Julie~~

I have to say this: Luke's family knows how to party. It's like everyone's high and energetic. Even the children aren't left out. It's one thing to practice a dance, and it's another to actually use those moves. I'm stumbling, but I don't care. Because I'm happy. I'm happier than

I've ever been.

I can't keep track of the number of people I've danced with.

I've lost Luke for the hundredth time tonight. The last time I saw him, he was being dragged into a conga line by his mother, who seemed to have the stamina of a teenager. Somewhere between the flashing lights and the sea of bodies spinning and stomping, he'd disappeared again.

I stumble slightly in my heels, though at this point they feel more like medieval torture devices. My silver dress-once sleek and elegant-is now sticking to me like a second skin, the fabric damp with sweat from almost an hour of dancing. I brush confetti out of my hair. It's everywhere-on my shoulders, even stuck to the perspiration on my arms.

A group of children dash past me, their laughter as wild as the party itself. One of them hands me a glowing baton before disappearing back into the fray. I shake my head, grinning, twirling the baton in the air like a queen waving her scepter.

Finally, I spot him, standing by the bar, his tie undone and his shirt unbuttoned at the collar. Luke Martinez, the love of my life, looking like he'd just finished filming the climax of an action movie.

"There you are!" I shout over the music as I make my way toward him, my voice barely carrying above the crowd.

When I reach him, he's holding a glass of water in one hand, his dark hair messy and damp from all the dancing. His grin is wicked as his eyes sweep over me. "You're sweaty."

"You're one to talk. I've been doing a lot," I say, wiping my brow with the back of my hand.

He tilts his head, smirking. "You definitely have."

I lean closer. "Do you think they'll notice if we escape?"

He doesn't respond at first, narrowing his eyes as though considering the logic behind my question. When realization dawns, he chuckles. "Mrs. Martinez, you couldn't wait until the honeymoon?"

"Mr. Martinez," I reply, sliding my fingers down his arm, "I'm about to sneak out to the car. If you don't meet me there in five minutes, there will be no honeymoon until the baby comes." CHAPTER 103: La Hora Loca

His laughter is loud. "Yes, ma'am," he says.

Satisfied, I turn on my heel and weave through the crowd. I'm intercepted several times by well-wishers and relatives offering their congratulations for the millionth time. My cheeks hurt from smiling, but the warmth of their affection fills me with a kind of glow that nothing else can replicate.

By the time I reach the car, the night air feels cool against my flushed skin. I lean against the limo, looking up at the stars that seem to wink down at me. The muffled thud of the party is still audible, but out here, it feels like a different world-quiet, peaceful. Luke arrives moments later, slightly breathless but still grinning. "Four minutes and forty seconds," he announces proudly.

I laugh, shaking my head. "You were keeping count?"

"You weren't? So I was just running around for nothing?"

"Running around? What exactly were you doing?"

"Had to tell the guests goodbye before they think we were kidnapped."

"We're not going back?" I ask, though I know the answer before the words even leave my mouth.

Luke's smile grows wider as the chauffeur hurries out of the building and opens the back of

the limo for us.

I don't argue. I slide into the plush leather seats with Luke beside me, letting out a sigh of relief as the car pulls away from the venue.

We stare at each other for a moment. And then his lips fall on mine.

The contact starts a fire deep inside me, one that only more touches can quench.

Luke's hands delve into my hair, pulling me closer as his tongue explores the depths of my mouth. I moan softly into the kiss, my hands grabbing onto his shirt as I pull him tighter. The urgency between us is a wild, untamed thing that threatens to consume us both. I can feel his heart racing against mine. His hands move down my back, pulling me even closer as he groans into the kiss. I can taste the saltiness of his sweat, the sweetness of his lips, and it only fuels the fire.

I pull away. "Take my dress off. I can't breathe in this thing."

"You should have gotten one of the round ones. We wouldn't need to take it off."

I glare at him, and he laughs.

Luke's fingers fumble with the zipper, his urgency evident as he tries to free me from the

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confines of my gown. The sound of it grinding against the fabric is punctuated by our heavy breathing. I help him pull the gown down my arms, the material catching on my hips before he slides it to the floor. We're both panting now, our eyes locked on each other as I take his jacket and his shirt off.

His hands reach out, pulling me close as he crushes his lips against mine again.

With a sudden movement, Luke scoops me up. His hands grip my hips as he takes me to the jump seat. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms circling his neck. He settles us down onto the soft leather, his body pressed against mine as we collapse. Luke's mine, the intensity of his gaze leaving me breathless as he pulls me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss.

I feel his hands moving in between my thighs.

eyes meet

He pushes the g-string aside, and I see stars in my head as he digs a finger inside me. He pulls the finger out, then pushes back in.

I moan, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"I can see why you were eager to come out," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "You're so wet."

I feel myself getting lost in the sensation, my hips moving instinctively in time with his finger. I can't help but moan louder, the pleasure building inside me. "Yes," I say.

"I'll take you partying more often," he teases. "If this is how you get after dancing."

I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body tense with anticipation. Then he pulls out, leaving me empty.

I whimper.

"Hold your horses, Mrs. Martinez," he says.

"The horses are about to burst out of their stables, Mr. Martinez."

He laughs. "Just a second, my lady."

Luke's hands move with purpose, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants and boxers in one swift motion. I watch, my heart racing, as his naked body comes into view. He's hard and ready. My eyes linger on it for a moment before moving back up to his face, where I see a hungry look that matches the one in my own eyes.

He turns his attention back to me, pulling off the last barrier between us. My g-string. I feel a rush of excitement as I'm left completely bare to him. Luke's eyes devour the sight of me, and I can feel his desire like a strong force between us. He doesn't say a word, instead choosing to act on the need that's clearly written all over his face. With a sudden burst of energy, he slams into me, filling me completely. I let out a small cry of pleasure, my body arching to meet his.

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"Fuck," he says. "I guess it's different when you're married."

"Different good, I hope."

He smiles, coming down to kiss me. "Oh, yes. So, so good," he murmurs against my lips.

His kiss is hungry and demanding as he drives in and out of me, each thrust deeper and deeper. I moan into the kiss. The car moves beneath us, the gentle rocking motion adding to the intensity of the moment.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Oh, God," I breathe.

Luke pulls back. "You feel so good," he groans.

I don't think I can hold it in anymore. "I'm going to come," I whisper.

The words seem to spark something in him, and he begins to thrust even harder. I can feel my body tightening around him, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

"You're going to make me come too," he growls, his face a picture of concentration as he thrusts into me.

And then, I'm there, falling over the edge. My body convulses around him as I let out a loud cry. Luke follows me, his own orgasm erupting as he slams into me one final time. We collapse together, his chest heaving against mine. The weight of him is grounding, a comforting reminder that he's here. My fingers, trembling and gentle, begin to trace lazy circles on his back, over the slickness of sweat and the hard lines of his muscles.

For a moment, it's just the sound of our breathing, his deep and uneven, mine a shaky melody in sync with the rhythm of his heart. I feel his lips press against the curve of my neck, soft and reverent.

"You know," I say, "I had this elaborate plan for a grand gender reveal at the reception today."

He lifts his head just enough to peer at me. "You did? You've known the sex of our baby and have been hoarding the information? That's pure evil."

I smirk, running my nails down his back, eliciting a soft groan from him. "I didn't know at first. I wanted it to be a surprise for everyone. For us. But then...curiosity got the best of me. I had this sealed envelope from the doctor, and I was determined to save it for today. But then yesterday, I stared at it. And stared at it. And I was like, 'Screw it.""

He shifts, resting his chin on my chest, his eyes narrowing playfully. "And?"

"Well..."

"Julie." His voice drops, a warning.

I hum, tilting my head as if deep in thought. "Maybe I'll tell you after we get dressed. You

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know, keep the suspense alive."

He groans, propping himself up on his elbows. "If you weren't pregnant, I'd tickle you into submission right now."

"Who says you can't try?" I tease, the sparkle in his eyes making me laugh.

"Don't tempt me. You're playing a dangerous game, Mrs. Martínez.'

I laugh, and he seizes the opportunity to attack, pinning my arms above my head and nuzzling his face into my neck. His stubble tickles, and I squirm beneath him, laughing so hard I can hardly breathe. ""Luke! Stop! I'll tell you!"

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his grin smug. "Thought so. Spill it, woman.'

I take a deep breath, trying to suppress my smile, but it's impossible. "It's a girl." For a moment, he just stares at me, his eyes wide. "A...a girl?"

Inod, biting my lip as tears prickle at the corners of my eyes. "We're having a daughter."

He doesn't say anything. Instead, he lets out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, pulling me up and into his lap in one swift motion. His arms wrap around me so tightly it's as if he's afraid I might disappear.

"A daughter," he whispers, burying his face in my hair. "Julie, we're having a daughter." I nod against his shoulder, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak. "Yeah, we are. He pulls back just enough to cup my face, his thumbs brushing away the tears I didn't realize were falling. His eyes are glistening. "I bet she's going to look just like you."

"No, I want her to look like you. Strong, stubborn, and with that smile that makes everyone fall in love with you."

"Stubborn?" He grins, leaning in to kiss the tip of my nose. "That's all you, babe."

"Fine," I concede, my smile matching his. "Well settle for half you and half me."

"Deal." He presses his forehead against mine. "But I'm warning you now, if she's as sassy

as you,

I'm going to need reinforcements."

"Oh, she will be," I say. "And you'll love every second of it."

His laugh vibrates against my chest, warm and full of life. "God help me, I already do."

We sit there, tangled together in the afterglow of both our love and the future we're building, and for the first time in forever, everything feels exactly right. His hand rests on my cheek, my head on his chest, and the world beyond us feels like it's waiting, full of promise. It's not perfect-nothing ever is. But it's ours. And that's more than enough. Forever, 1 think, as his lips brush my temple and his fingers thread through mine. Forever starts now.

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