Page 118 of Forty, Flirty & F*cked

LILY: Even through the livestream

LILY: It's disgustingly romantic

KAT: Almost as romantic as his attempts at the Electric Slide

"They're not wrong," Connor's voice murmurs as his arms slide around my waist. “Though, watching you try not to laugh at your sisters' commentary is doing dangerous things to my control."

"You can see my phone?"

"I can see everything about you." His thumb traces circles on my hip. "Though perhaps we should discuss your family's obsession with my dance moves somewhere more private?"

"Down, boy." But my pulse kicks. "We have a reception to attend."

"We could be late."

"Connor Reeves, are you suggesting we skip the choreographed groomsmen performance?"

"Maybe." His lips find that spot below my ear. "I know some much better dance moves..."

My phone buzzes.

LILY: GET A ROOM

"Your sisters," Connor growls against my neck, "have terrible timing."

"Runs in the family." But I'm fighting a smile. “Watching you blush on camera is worth it."

"I'm not blushing."

"The livestream says otherwise."

“Gentlemen and ladies,” Callum's voice cuts through our moment. "Perhaps save the honeymoon activities for after my dance number?”

My phone lights up:

LILY: PLEASE tell me someone's recording the groomsmen dance

LILY: For keepsakes

LILY: And possible blackmail

LILY: Though maybe next time with less Electric Slide?

KAT: And less protein powder?

DAD: I heard that! The ceremonial blend is perfectly safe!

With a final snort, I slip phone back in my purse, reaching for Connor’s hand, as he wraps his long fingers around mine.

“Come on,” I tug. “I’m curious to see if your rhythm has improved significantly since the last time we danced.”

"Is that a challenge, Mrs. Reeves?"

"Maybe." I pull him toward the reception entrance where the groomsmen are gathering. “I will say that having the right partner helps."

He spins me slowly, and for a moment, it's just us.

"I love you," he murmurs.

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