Page 29 of The Hero + Vegas = No Regrets

Worth looks into my eyes as he speaks his vows. His expression is serious and earnest, as if we’re really pledging ourselves to each other.

I suppose we are.

For now.

I repeat the vows next, promising to take Worth as my husband, to have and to hold.

I zone out for a second. I’m completely up forhavingWorth. He’s gorgeous and built like a redwood. But if we have sex after this ceremony, doesn’t that consummate our marriage and make an annulment more difficult?

Worth squeezes my hand. Any concerns I have melt away.

“To have and to hold,” the minister repeats. “From this day forward.”

“To have and to hold, from this day forward,” I say, gazing into Worth’s eyes and knowing as sure as anyone can be sure that this is the most honest, caring man I’ve ever met.

As the minister pronounces us husband and wife, Worth cups my face in his big hands and kisses me, like I just made him the happiest man on earth.

I think the feeling might be mutual.

EIGHT

Worth

It sounds ridiculous, but I feel different—even more protective of Sophia, if that’s possible. I just got married on the fly, but it’s as if I spoke vows in front of all my friends and family, in a ceremony that took two years to prepare, to a woman who I’d known for five.

I slide my hand up the back of her thigh as we get into the elevator. She hits floor fifteen and I growl, because the idea of waiting fifteen floors until she’s naked seems interminable.

“I want you,” she breathes against my cheek as I press my lips to her neck.

I dip my hand between her thighs and my fingers hit lace just before her knees buckle.

“How much tequila did you drink?” I ask. We can get unmarried, but we can’t un-have sex. I want her fully lucid when I fuck her.

“Why?” she asks breathlessly.

“I want to know if you’re…”

“Oh,” she says, her tone almost alarmed. “I’m one hundred and twenty percent consenting to this. Like, I’m going to be pissed if you don’t fuck me.”

I laugh as the elevator doors slide open.

“My room is right here,” she says, taking a key from her purse.

“In front of the elevators?” I ask and pull in a breath, wondering how loud she’s going to scream when she’s underneath me.

She lets us in and kicks off her shoes as soon as we get through the door. Then she spins to face me.

“Where do you?—”

“Everywhere,” I say. I take the shoulders of her dress and pull them down. The fabric falls in a pool at her feet.

I have to close my eyes in a long blink, I’m so overwhelmed at the sight of her naked.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I say, opening my eyes. “Fuck.” I’m going to have to keep it together tonight. I already never want this to end, and it hasn’t even started.

She starts to unbutton my shirt. I pull at her nipple, the tip of my thumb flicking the hard nub, and Sophia gasps at my touch.

“Worth,” she whispers, hands stilling. “Don’t break me.”

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