Page 13 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

I break the kiss, both of us breathing hard. Tatiana’s eyes are dark with desire, her cheeks flushed.

“You guys should just get married,” Leo announces, slinging his arms around both our shoulders. “You’re clearly made for each other.”

The words hang in the air between us. I wait for the panic, for my usual visceral reaction to any mention of commitment.

It doesn’t come.

Instead, a strange clarity washes over me.Of coursewe should get married. It makes perfect sense. Tatiana is gorgeous, intelligent, and just gave me the best sex of my life.

What more could I want?

“Wanna?” I ask her, the word slipping out before I can stop it.

She giggles, the sound light and uninhibited. “Why not? When in Vegas...”

Leo whoops with delight. “Holy shit, you guys serious?”

“Deadly,” I reply, and kiss Tatiana again.

“They’re actually getting married!” Leo shouts at the passersby. “Holy fucking shit! Vegas baby!”

I glance at my watch and the reality of the logistics slam into me. “Fuck. The Clark County Marriage License Bureau closes soon.”

“What time is it?” Tatiana asks.

“We have only half an hour,” I reply, the disappointment rising. It would have been the perfect cap to a perfect day. “We’ll never make it.”

“Not with that attitude,” Leo declares.

I pull out my phone. “Ricardo! We need your driving skills!”

Ricardo, ever the professional, comes on the line. “What do you need, sir?”

“Have to get to the marriage bureau before it closes,” I explain, suddenly desperate. “It’s an emergency. Life or death.”

“I can get you there,” Ricardo assures me, and hangs up.

Jake, my head of security, gives me a look that clearly questions my sobriety but says nothing.

The limousine I’d arranged to have on standby pulls up a few minutes later.

We pile in, a tangle of limbs and laughter. Tatiana lands on my lap, her body warm against mine.

“Are we really doing this?” she asks, her voice both excited and uncertain.

“Why the hell not?” I reply, feeling reckless and alive. “Unless you don’t want to.”

She studies my face for a long moment. “No, I want to. It’s crazy but... I want to.” Her eyes darken suddenly. “I was almost... I mean before, two years ago, I was...”

I look at her, confused. “You were what?”

She shakes her head, eyes returning to normal. Well, as normal as they can be amidst the drug-and-alcohol induced haze. “Nothing. Never mind!” She plants a big wet kiss on my lips that makes me forget what we were just talking about.

The limo tears through the streets of Vegas, Ricardo weaving through traffic with surgical precision. Jake murmurs something into his radio, probably alerting the rest of the security team to our insane plans.

I should be worried about what her boss, my best friend Christopher, will say. Or my family. Or my board. Or the investors in my new resort project. But all I can think about is Tatiana’s smile, the way her body feels against mine, the strange rightness of her lips against mine.

“We’re here,” Ricardo announces as the limo screeches to a halt.

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