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“Let Me Love You” is a tale of love and sacrifice and a poignant story of self-discovery, celebrating the human capacity to find love in the most unlikely of circumstances.

Please enjoy the current WIP of Iris and El. This will be published freely up to a point, like in the old days, and then the entire book will be posted for full download. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. And don’t forget to check out the companion stories. (Wicked Chances, Dreams of Reality, The Convenient Wife, The Other Side of Love, She Works Hard for the Money & Ravenous)

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“Is that why that woman wanted to know if this was my decision?” she asked, smiling.
El shifted uncomfortably. “And what did you say to her?”
Was he squirming because he was worried about how he looked to others or something else? Iris wasn’t sure and didn’t hold back her answer for long to reassure him. “I told her you asked and said yes, so it was my decision.” Iris walked to the doorway, stopping arm’s length away, liking how he didn’t break the rules. “I think I like this. I’ve never had a say about men in my life. No one has ever asked me permission.” 
El leaned his arm on the doorway and smirked. “Do you give me control of you because I’m your boss or your lover, Iris?”
“Wow! That’s a question, El. Should I answer as a woman who wants to keep her job?”
“You should answer as a woman like that woman who I met that night we first met.”
Damn, why did that make her shiver? Because that woman was on the precipice of coming to the surface, Iris knew sooner or later that keeping that woman in a box would get harder and harder. Not when he loved that part about her so much.
To gather her wits that she was slowly losing, Iris asked, “Why didn’t that old woman tell me the rules?” 
El hesitantly answered, “Because here, a bride is respected above all else, and she holds the power. The proprietor and his wife like to remind the groom of his purpose in marriage. It is not up to the bride to follow the rules, but to him – Like the Garden of Eden. Sin wasn’t committed until Adam bit the apple.”
This was an incredible place to be. Could they live here? “So unless I invite you in, you cannot step over that doorway? And you cannot drag me out?”
“Yes, and yes. I cannot touch you unless you permit me, Iris,” he answered, but his eyes ran up and down her body hungrily. “And I must respect your wishes whether we’re in the room or out of it.”
Looking past El to the hallway, Iris questioned, “How much do the cameras see?”
El nodded right outside her room. “They’ll know if I walk in the room, but none are aimed directly to look into it. They do value the bride’s privacy.”
Her smile couldn’t help but increase, and looking at him from head to toe, lingering at his groin, remembering her thirst, Iris hungrily licked her lips. Stepping towards him, she moved her hands down his chest to his pants.
“What the hell are you doing, woman?” El demanded to know, weakly attempting to move away, but she pulled him back to the doorway. 
“Taking advantage of the situation, El,” she answered, unzipping his pants and dropping to her knees, at the same time reaching inside and pulling him out.
“I haven’t cleaned-” He gasped because Iris had already attached herself to his tip. The smell of his essence was like a drug, making her eyes roll to the back of her head as she increased her suction as his pre-cum dribbled into her mouth, making her saliva glands work overtime.
“Gawd, woman,” he hissed. “Your…fucking m-mouth.” El could barely speak as she dipped low and pressed up onto his shaft, opening her throat to deter her gag reflex from taking him more deeply than he’d ever gone before. 
Iris was able to do this several times before running out of breath and then releasing him from her powerful suction, but only to take a breath and return him down her throat to suck him down once again. Only able to receive half of him in her mouth, even at medium arousal, Iris moaned as he fought to go any further, pounding the doorway in frustration.
Suddenly, he grew so thick that Iris could only receive two inches of length, even with her jaw wide. By this time, she had slipped her hands inside his pants to his testicles, gently massaging them and using her other hand to touch the part of his shaft that she couldn’t stuff in her mouth. Her saliva was enough to coat him, and bobbing her head up with a direct correlation to his shaft’s angle, she snatched the control from him to her.
At the same time, she could feel her arousal peaking and dribbling through her folds, nudging and begging to be touched. Iris grabbed his hand and threaded his fingers through her hair, permitting him to grip her follicles. El never took her rhythm away, but this was a catalyst to let go of himself, and he cursed her viciously under his breath until… 
His deliciously thick and hot liqueur coated all parts of her mouth. Gawd, he tasted like heaven on earth, filling her belly like a full-course meal. 
El’s legs trembled, and he held the door for dear life. Iris loved seeing how weak he was, and she took her hands away from his testicles, licked off some of his cum that had gotten on her wrist, then shot her hand down between her legs. It only took a couple of flicks, and she was mid-climax as he dropped to his knees, with a need in his eyes to touch her but not wanting to violate the rules.
She guided his face to her lips and his hands between her legs. El took over, finishing her off and receiving her curdled scream of bliss as she molded her body to his.
“Fuck, Iris,” he said in wonderment. “Fuck, fuck, and fuck.”
She giggled, loving how angry but joyous he sounded. Before she had another thought, he was lavishing more kisses on her. 
Blushing from her boldness, Iris asked, helping to straighten his clothes so the camera wouldn’t see anything if he leaned back, “Does kissing after that bother you?”
“Fuck… no.” He looked confused, deep in thought, letting her adjust him under his clothes. “Nothing about you bothers my sense of smell, Iris. When I’m around you, my senses become focused. I feel normal.” He shook his head as if there was something terribly wrong. “And I can smell everything. This carpet, the room, even those damn freshly washed sheets with that lemon powder scent, but when you’re by me, I’m not annoyed or feel queasy, and there are no headaches.”
Iris refused to believe her proximity helped his long-time condition and briefly wondered if he was saying this to make her not change her mind about marrying him.
“You don’t have to say nice things to continually convince me to marry you, El. I am going to marry you,” Iris assured him.
He stood up and reached down to help her to her feet. “That’s not why I came, and I definitely didn’t expect you to do that to me, Iris. I came for something else. And I still need your permission to enter the room to give us privacy.”
Iris had forgotten his original intent because she had been hungry for him. Again, she blushed as she said, “Yes, you may enter, El.”
And he did, closing the door behind him and looking at the bed. “Do you like the dress?”
“Yes, but you didn’t have to do anything special. And that’s not why you’re here, El. Are you delaying what you want to speak to me about?”
His body shifted uncomfortably again but reached the point: “After the ceremony, we can leave here, get to the hospital later tonight, and speak with Damien.”
Iris had to force herself not to get caught up with the word ‘we’ coming out of his mouth, knowing he was speaking of her. “Yes, Essence would love that. And I’m sure you would too if Damien says something you could use against his father or the congressman to help further them never bothering you again.”
“Thank you, Iris,” El said gratefully, kissing her cheek, but there was something in his eyes as if he were going to say more. “I’ll see you at the alter in an hour. I’ll let the proprietor know you might be running a little late. After the ceremony is over, someone will come up and collect your items and put them in my car so we can leave right away.”
She giggled, amused at how polite he was. “Thank you. If you keep this gentlemanly behavior up, I might force you to bring me here and marry me again.”
El lowered his eyes to hide a flush on his face, but she was so attuned to his emotions that she knew he enjoyed that compliment. With a quick kiss on her other cheek, he left. Iris squealed happily and rushed to the bathroom to wash up and get ready to become Mrs. Olorun. 
If she had known that getting a backbone and jumping out of the car with Dwayne would change her life like this, she wished she had gotten tired a long time ago. 
This wedding was going to be memorable for her! She just knew it!
Getting out of the shower, while her hair was full of moisture, Iris could use the hairpins and other accessories to twist her hair up to hold the veil high on her head without causing a tripping hazard. She could also apply a light layer of makeup that she’d much rather prefer, highlighting her eyes and high cheekbones. Rather than comparing her looks to Violet, she had never been self-conscious, more like not caring. 
There was a slight pain in her stomach, and she checked herself to note she had started her period. 
Great! On her wedding night! 
With the amazing time she had been having with El, she’d forgotten about this part of being a woman, and since she had an IUD, she wasn’t worried about anything when it came to the penalties of sexual intercourse.
The bathroom had extra amenities to help her take care of herself. The only difficult part of this whole thing was that she would have to disappoint her new husband on their wedding night, but she smacked her lips, knowing she’d make it up to him.
Walking out of the bathroom, Iris slightly paused because someone had come into the room and placed a white lily and rose bouquet on the bed next to her dress, but the boxes and her bag looked as if they had been riffled through. 
Iris went through her bag to see if anything had been taken.
She went to the walk-in closet and looked out into the hallway, wondering who had entered the room.

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