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“I love you, too.” I linked my fingers behind his neck and raised my eyebrows. “But now I’d like you to show me how much. It’s almost one. We have to get out of here, so we don’t miss our flight.”

“Are you ready for me to whisk you away on our honeymoon?” Hot sexiness shimmered in his eyes.

“Yes, please.” Tahiti, here we come.

After a slow, panty-dropping, languid kiss, he eased back just a fraction. “Hmmm. Before this gets X-rated, Mrs. Glover, we’d better go.”

We nodded to Hunter. He dragged himself away from the bar and grabbed the mic. “It’s that time in the evening, folks. Can everyone form a line near the entrance? The bride and groom are about to leave.”

Quill jostled around, shuffling people into some form of organization.

Flint took my hand. We ran beneath everyone’s arms as they threw flower petals over us, clapped, and cheered. We didn’t stop. We ran out of the tent, through the house, and into our waiting limousine. As my heart raced, we headed for the private airport.

It had finally stopped raining.

We boarded our chartered plane and took off.

Over kisses and hugs, I couldn’t stop smiling.

I was so freaking happy.

I’d had the best day.

I was married.

I wasMrs. Glover.

Finally!

Let the honeymoon begin.

Chapter 22

FLINT

The second we hit cruising altitude, I unclipped my belt. Sutton followed. I’d waited long enough. It had taken my full self-control not to ravish her during our ceremony, or at the reception, or in the car on the way to the airport. She was so freaking beautiful. My wife.Mine.

With her hand in mine, I drew her toward the back of the plane and into the private bedroom. I kicked the door shut and guided her toward the queen bed. It nearly took up the entire space, but like the rest of the plane, it was opulent. Cream leather headboard, walnut trim, black bedding. The soft, golden lighting gave the room a warm hue and shimmered in Sutton’s eyes. We had eight hours of travel ahead of us ...I planned to keep my new wifeveryentertained.

“I’m glad we could take off.” Sutton slid her hands up my chest and over my shoulders, then linked her fingers behind my neck. “Spending our wedding night at home wouldn’t have been the same.”

“No. I want to get to our villa as soon as possible so I can have you all to myself for an entire two weeks.” Bora Bora, then Tahiti, then home. We’d relax. Swim and snorkel. Ride ATVs. Explore the islands. Have a fuck-ton of sex. It’d be the perfecthoneymoon.

“I still can’t believe we did it.” Her eyes sparkled with glitter. “We’re married.”

“Yeah. We are.” I cradled her cheek, gliding my thumb over her smooth skin. “I meant what I said, Sutt. I promise to love you forever.”

“Forever. Now, be a gentleman.” Mischief skipped in her low, soft voice. “Take off your clothes. Bring out that bad boy so we can make the most of this gorgeous plane.”

I chuckled against the small of her neck and kissed beneath her ear. “You liked my song?”

“I loved it. Since you didn’t go allMagic Mikeon me at our reception, you could do that now. There isn’t a lot of room in here, but I’m sure we can improvise.”

Grinning, I rolled my hips slowly and seductively against hers. “I can do that.”

She laughed. “Good. But first, let’s get more comfortable.” She untied my tie, tugged it out of my shirt collar, and dropped it on the floor. I slid my fingers into her hair and pulled the hair clips from her bun. The long strands fell in a mass of soft curls down the back of her neck. Once I’d removed every pin, she yanked out the hair tie, ruffled her fingers through her hair, and moaned. “Oh my God. It’s so good to have that undone.”

I swept her hair back behind her ear and kissed her sweet lips. “Beautiful.”

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