Page 31 of Royal Baby Maker

“Do you, Bishop Callehurst, take this woman to be your wife? To have and to hold until death do you part?”

“Death couldn't separate us,” I murmured, lifting her hands, kissing her knuckles. A tear boiled over in the corner of her eye and fell quickly down the slope of her cheek. “I'll love you into the next life, Nellie Pinewood.” Glancing at the priest, I nodded. “I do.”

“And do you, Nellie Pinewood, take this man to be your husband?”

“Of course I do!” Nell blurted, jumping into my arms, kissing me violently before the rings were even on our fingers. Cameras flashed and people laughed, a few cheering. Someone whistled; when Nell pulled back I saw it was Corriane, who had his fist balled with his fiancee's and held above their heads. The sight of his joy made me smile.

The empty seat beside my mother made my heart hurt.

Dad hadn't come. He'd managed thehonorof Skyping with me to hear the news about the baby on its way. The severe man had nodded in approval, almost coldly commenting on howof coursemy mother and I would get access to his money. Like we were fools to worry that my half-brother would rob it out from under us.

Part of me hated that, too; knowing people would suffer because of my father's fickle wishes. But ultimately, all I cared about was providing a future for my mother. For my new wife.

For our children.

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“Ican't stop staringat it,” she whispered, turning her hand over and over. “It's simpler than the engagement ring, but I love that. It's just perfect.”

“You're perfect,” I said, carrying her into the hotel room suit. She'd been in my arms since the limo had pulled up outside. I knew our friends and family had wanted to talk to us, but I'd excused ourselves, insisting Nell needed to be off her feet.

Now, I kissed her forehead and set her on the massive bed. The waves of tulle and lace settled around her like a gigantic lily flower. There was color high on her cheekbones, the centers of her eyes dilated. “I feel intoxicated,” she whispered, chuckling nervously. “Do you?”

My hands came down heavily on either side of her hips on the blanket. “Yes.”

“What is it from?” she asked, her lashes dipping heavily to touch her smooth cheeks.

“Love.” My nose rubbed hers. “And lust. Definitely lust. You look fucking incredible in this dress, Wife.”

Nell's lips parted, glistening with surprise and her rising hunger. “Say that again.”

“Wife,” I teased.

Shutting her eyes, she drifted back on the pillows and groaned. “That's the sexiest thing I've ever heard.”

Hovering over her, I started to undo my bow tie. The silk slid through the quiet, both of us tasting the energy as it began to boil around the room. Our body's were magnetic; even as I crouched on her, she arched her hips, pushing to feel my firm inner thighs. “Fuck,” I hissed.

“Take this off,” she said eagerly, her polished nails going for the buttons of my charcoal vest.

My eyes twinkled—I saw my need mirrored in her face. “You do it.”

Sitting up on her elbows, grunting with her belly in the way, she flicked the hard plastic discs one by one until my vest and shirt both hung open, displaying my naked skin. I was breathing heavily; the ink on my body writhed.

“Lie on your side,” I said, palming my erection through my pants. She was frozen, just watching me. “God, I love seeing you hypnotized by my cock.”

She bit her lip. “It's because I haven't seen myhusband'scock before, and I can't wait to.”

My dick flexed in my grip. I knew I'd gone still, nostrils flaring, my desire for her plain as day. Quickly, I moved to help her slide her dress out of the way. I exposed her long legs, the silken thigh-highs... and her lack of panties. “Jesus, Nell,” I groaned. “You were like this the whole time?”

She buried her grin in the pillows.

“No,” I said flatly, leaning over to catch her chin. I made her face me again, and her smile vanished. “Tell me what it felt like to walk down the aisle with your little pussy naked beneath your wedding dress. How hot were you, waiting this whole time to show me?”

Her tongue darted over her teeth. “Crazy hot. Feel me and see.”

Tracing my hand over her thighs, I moved her dress higher. Her vanilla skin was bare, her folds already swollen and open. I could see her clit flex. I knew she was soaked and I didn't have to feel her to tell.

“You smell so damn amazing,” I said, my words strained—all of me was straining. Then I saw my hand on her leg, the wedding ring on my finger, and any hope of holding back evaporated.

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