Page 103 of Electric Kiss

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, Archer.”

“Why are you so bitter?”

She would never answer that question. She would never reveal who Jonathan was or Benny.

“Are you going to take the deal or not?”

“I am. I’ll be married within three months, and then you will jointly sign the business to me, my sister, and my brothers.”

“Can you find a woman to love you in that time?”

“I’ll have to if I want to get my siblings back all in one place.”

Cynthia felt light at his words. It was all falling into place.

“I’ll sign the papers to you only on your wedding day, directly after the ceremony.”

“Fine.”

“I’m sure the day will be perfect,” she said and turned her back on him.

Chapter 40

A week before the wedding of Luke and Freya

Luke

Luke Turner stared up at the blue skies over Copper Island, wondering how he got so lucky meeting and then falling in love with Freya Riley. With one arm cocked, his palm under his head, he shut his eyes to the beaming sun as Freya cuddled into his side. He pulled his other arm tighter around her shoulders until she fully draped on top of him.

The day was scorching, but still he didn’t care Freya was covering his body. His heart pulsated with a steady thrum whenever she touched him.

Freya’s palms flattened onto his chest. He opened his eyes to see she was resting her cheek on them, looking to his left. The grass in her hair was a telltale sign of them making out earlier.

“What are you thinking about, Peaches?” he asked.

“If she’ll come?”

“Who? Aunt Cynthia?”

Her head shifted down and then up for a nod.

Luke’s blood ran cold thinking about his abusive aunt and the damage she’d caused all the Turners.

“I think she would have arrived by now if she was coming. No alarms sounding on our phones from Bailey.”

“It’s seven days away, Luke. There’s plenty of time for her to arrive in a puff of smoke wielding her cane.”

A shiver ran down Luke’s spine, causing him to shake under her for a moment or two at the thought.

“I’ll have an entire congregation of family and friends ready to escort Cynthia out if she dares to disrupt the wedding.”

“Got that right. I’ll go head to head with her. One negative thing out of her mouth and I’ll be having a word.”

“My fearless protector,” Luke mumbled, hauling her up his body.

He raised his head off his hand and crushed his mouth against Freya’s, feeling her warm, soft lips. Now his hand was free, Luke lifted the edge of Freya’s loose shirt and shoved his hand down the back of her jean shorts, under her underwear. He grabbed her arse cheek and tilted his hips up to rub against her pelvis. Just as Freya tilted her head to the side and opened her mouth, he turned them so that he was on top of Freya, continuing to grind against her like a horny teenager.

Heat poured all over his body as his tongue slid against hers. The depth of their familiarity made her reciprocated kiss feel like heaven. Elation filled him when her hands went into his hair with her nails scratching his scalp.

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