Page 99 of That Kind of Guy

Wyatt beamed at us. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

Everyone cheered, and Emmett dropped another kiss onto my lips. I smiled into his mouth. My pulse still raced but I couldn’t stop smiling. My cheeks hurt, I grinned so big.

Wyatt directed us over to a table on the side of the room where the marriage certificate sat. He told me where to sign and I did without even reading the thing. Emmett’s hand rested on my lower back the whole time, sending shivers up and down my spine. I handed the pen to him and he signed his name quickly before taking my hand.

Hannah signed as our witness and then Wyatt.

Wyatt gestured at the marriage certificate. “I’ll file this.”

Emmett shook his head. “Just leave it in my car. I’ll do it tomorrow.” He glanced at me, the specialwe’ve got a secretlook, before he pulled my hand and lead me down the aisle past our applauding friends and family. When we passed through the doors, he tilted his head down the hall.

“Come on.” His eyes gleamed. He pulled me and we started jogging through city hall.

“Where are we going?” I asked, laughing and trying to keep up with him.

He didn’t answer, just led us past the receptionist who was still on FaceTime, and through the front doors. He stopped and scooped me up, and I let out a surprised squeal.

“What are you doing?” My face hurt from smiling. He threw me over his shoulder, and I gasped. “Emmett, you’re going to rip my dress!”

“Good.” His voice was gravelly. “Then we can go home and be alone.”

He carried us around the side of city hall and through the gardens before setting me down, right side up. We were in the rose garden beside city hall, surrounded by hundreds of varieties of roses in full summer bloom, and best of all, we were all alone.

He stepped into my personal space and looked down at me. “I want you to myself for a few moments before the reception.” His hand came to my hair. “No one will bother us here.”

I felt breathless at his proximity. “That was very thoughtful of you.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “And you had no ulterior motives?”

The corners of his mouth lifted. “Sure, I did. I wanted to do more of this.” His lips dropped to mine and I sighed again.

I don’t know how long we stood there, making out in the rose garden. Time seemed to stand still and I wasn’t worried about anything else. Emmett’s fingers brushed the back of my neck and my hand snaked around his waist inside his suit jacket. His kiss oscillated between soft and sweet, and demanding and bossy. Every slip of his tongue against mine sent a zing of electricity through my limbs and made me shiver against him. He nipped my lip with his teeth and a little gasp escaped my throat.

He pulled away from my mouth, leaning his forehead against mine. We were both breathing hard.

He blew a frustrated breath out. “I am so fucking hard right now.”

I laughed a little. “Maybe they won’t miss us.”

“There you two are,” Div called at the entrance of the garden.

A groan of frustration came out of Emmett’s chest, and I sighed.

“We’ll be there in a second.” Emmett ran his hands up my shoulders and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “What’s the grossest thing you can think of?”

I laughed in surprise. “What?”

“I need to get rid of this hard-on. Quick. Tell me about your grandmother or something.”

I laughed again. “Think about Elizabeth.”

His expression turned to revolt. “My mother?”

I laughed harder. “The turtle you almost made out with.”

He gagged and I wheezed with laughter. “Oh god.” He shuddered. “Yeah, that worked.” He held a hand out. “Let’s go.”

Emmett and I met Div and the photographer he had hired at the edge of the garden, where we let her take a few pictures of us before she led us down to the beach. We kicked our shoes off where the sand started.

“You guys go ahead,” she told us. “I’ll hang back.”

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