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“Please face each other and repeat after me.” We turn, and even though he didn’t tell us to, I take her hands in mine, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Do you take this woman to be your wife? To love, cherish, and honor for all the days of your life. If you do say, Uh-huh.” I snort but manage the noise of agreement, then wait for Simone to repeat it.

It takes her three times because of her giggles, but finally, he pronounces us husband and wife.

“You may kiss…Oh,” He doesn’t get to finish because I already have her in my arms and bent in half as the Chapel photographer snaps photos of us lip-locked.

I devour her lips, and if we didn’t have witnesses, she’d be naked and on my cock right now. Instead, I straightened and made sure she was steady on her heels before I helped her through the doorway to where we picked up our final documents.

“That can not have been legal,” She comments as the lady behind the counter smiles at us.

“The State of Nevada says different doll.” She taps a long red nail on the state seal and then points at a sign behind her head.

NO REFUNDS.

“Guess you’re stuck with me now.” I grin at Simone as we take our papers since the photos will be mailed to us back home.

Home.

Crazy how the meaning of a four-letter word can change from one instant to another. My home is no longer the house I bought outside of New Orleans. No, now it’s the woman standing in front of me. Wherever she is, that’s my home.

“Are you okay?” She cups my cheek gently and discreetly wipes away a tear I didn’t even know I’d shed.

“Not even a little. You have redefined my whole fucking life, and I can not wait to share the rest of my days with you.” She sucks in a breath and hiccups on a sob.

“Maddox.” I shake my head at her.

“It’s okay, Dove. You’ll get there. I’m a patient man. I’ll love you enough for the both of us.” I kiss her head and open the door to the line of limos waiting for all the other happy couples here today.

“After you, Wife.” She carefully climbs in, and I smirk.

“You seem to have a problem with keeping panties on in limos, Mrs. Deacon.” I poured us two glasses of champagne that came with the whole wedding package we purchased online today.

“Because my husband is a horny bastard.” The sound of that term rolling off her tongue is music to my ears.

“Maybe I’ll have you scream husband instead of Maddox tonight while I fuck you through the mattress.” I offer her a flute glass, but she doesn’t take it; instead, she stares at my ring finger.

It’s bare, and by the look in her eyes, that’s a big problem.

“Driver, change of plans. We’ll be making a stop before the hotel.” I call out forcing her to take the drink.

“Drink that Dove. We’ll get a ring on my finger soon enough. Although I think I like the territorial look on you. Very fucking sexy.” I sip my bubbly while my words sink in and calm her.

The look of triumph in her eyes draws a chuckle out of me as she finally takes a sip. The limo pulls over in front of Tiffany’s, and Simone gasps.

“Out, you pop,” I say in my favorite biker’s accent.

“When did you become Scottish?” She pulls her dress down and steps onto the curb.

“Oh, your husband is full of mysteries, Dove. You’ll just need to figure them all out. Aren’t you lucky to have a lifetime to do them in?” I take her arm in mine and walk into the jewelry store.

“Now, time you make me an honest man out of me.”

Chapter

Sixteen

SIMONE

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