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Selfishly, I want to argue.

I’ve waited so long to feel this way, I want her all to myself to bask in her.

But Iknow better.

Half the reason she is so amazing is because of the love she shares with the world.

Even when her dad is a ripe asshole.

Just the thought of Clay and how dismissive he is of her makes me crotchety.

“You know I might have a harder time sneaking into your room once he’s home,” I grumble, shifting my weight onto my elbows so I can look into the sapphire pools of her eyes.

Her hands drift across my shoulders, her nails lightly drag over my ribs, then they move up to cup my jaw.

Fire flickers through her gaze. “He can’t say a thing if we’re already married.”

My cock twitches inside of her, eliciting a grin from both of us.

“You’d do that? I figured you’d want to wait—”

“Blue—” She puts a finger across my lips. “—it took me months to convince you to sleep with me. There’s no way I’m sitting on your timeline for a wedding. I’d rather be yourwifethan afiancéforever.”

Molten heat flashes through me. “Mywife,” I growl as blood rushes into my groin. “I like the sound of that.”

She reaches down, cupping my ass cheeks to firm me deeper inside her. “Me too.”

“So, Vegas, baby?” I smile, letting my hips make tiny thrusts.

When she laughs, it makes her pussy squeeze around my hardening shaft. “I can’t leave the dairy on short notice.”

That reminds me to glance at the clock, knowing our time here is limited.

Slipping out of her, I rock onto my knees. “Don’t move.” I push away towards the bathroom, starting the shower while I’m there fetching a warm cloth.

She writhes her waist making happy moaning sounds as I wipe her gently. I get most of it, but we both need to wash.

“Come on, rebel. We have one more check mark before we leave.” I scoop her up, carrying her to the ensuite, my hard cock bouncing against her with every step.

She makes me feel like I’m a teenager again, always ready.

It makes me antsy to have her be mine. But to also show everyone that I belong to her.

That the days of chasing are over, and I’ve found myone.

Letting her land on her feet, a wave of guilt washes over me. “Fuck, Lib. I didn’t do it right.”

“What?” She runs her fingers under the spray of water, then adjusts the knob.

“The whole thing.” Frustration starts to bubble in me as I pull the bottle of oil from the drawer that I bought especially for this moment. “It’s supposed to be a diamond, me on my knee, something romantic.” I screwed it all up.

Her head tilts in a throaty laugh. “Like we do anything the ‘standard’ way.” She reaches over and picks the bottle of lube out of my hand. “Give me a ring of fire, Blue.”

That mischievous grin returns as she pops the top, dripping the chilly gel over the end of my erection.

Fuck, I really do love her.

Crushing her mouth to mine, I push us under the hot shower, then spin her in my arms.

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