“We did,” Paige said, rubbing his beard before pulling his chin close for a kiss. “Having second thoughts?”

“Not a single one.” He tilted his head to kiss her, deep and unhurried, hands finding the curves of her waist. “You?”

“Never,” she murmured against his mouth.

His laugh rumbled through his chest until he saw the mischief in her eyes, that particular glint that meant she was about to make him forget his own name. His throat went dry.

“Paige,” he warned, voice rough. “We gotta be on camera in less than an hour.”

“Good thing I keep it efficient with no panties,” she replied, already working at his belt, her movements quick. “Consider it our mini honeymoon.”

He didn’t argue. Not when her soft hand gripped the head of his dick. Paige lifted to position, herself above him, her eyes never leaving his. She sank down slowly, taking him inside her with a satisfied moan that made him throw his head back.

“Fuck,” he breathed, one hand tangling in her hair while the other gripped her hip. “You feel so damn good.”

Paige set the pace, slow and controlled at first, then faster as urgency built between them. The limo’s tinted windows hid them from the world outside, but the possibility of being caught only added to the thrill.

Giovanni leaned forward, his lips trailing from her neck to her collarbone, then lower, finding the soft swell of her breasts just above the neckline of her dress. With a slow drag, he slipped the spaghetti straps down her arms, baring her completely. Her scent hit him like a drug. He took her into his mouth, pulling a moan from deep in her chest, her head falling back with abandon.

“My wife,” he growled the words sent a shudder through her.

“My husband,” she gasped, her voice breaking as he foundthatspot—the one that activated her crazy.

It was quick, intense, almost desperate, the way they gave each other everything in the back of the limo. When Paige tightened around him, her body tensed as pleasure overtook her. Giovanni followed immediately, holding her against him as they rode out the waves together.

Foreheads together, breaths mingling, they stayed close. Neither of them ready to pull away.

“We’re really doing this,” Paige said softly. “All of it.”

Giovanni brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

“All of it,” he agreed. “The show, marriage, whatever comes next. Together.”

“That night you came to the shop. That’s when I knew. That’s when I stopped asking what you saw in me and started asking how I could make sure I never lost it.”

Paige swallowed hard, emotion bubbling beneath her smirk. “You better be lucky we got places to be.”

“Or what?” he grinned, sniffing and licking her neck.

She didn’t answer. Didn’t have to. The look she gave him said it all.

The limo began to slow as they approached the airport, where the helicopter waited. Inside, they pulled apart reluctantly. Paige straightened Giovanni's shirt collar and bowtie while he adjusted her dress straps, both of them smoothing away evidence of their stolen moment. She smoothed his waves, taming what she’d messed up, while he gently wiped the smudged lip gloss from the corner of her mouth. A shared exhale, and they were ready to face the world again. But underneath the dress and fresh lipstick and pressed suits, they were different now.

Married. Anchored. One.

Before stepping out he leaned over toward her with a look of pure admiration, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Chapter 21

The premiere was in full swing when they arrived. Red carpet, cameras flashing, network executives mingling with industry players. Giovanni had missed his official entrance, but it didn’t matter. The real show was about to begin.

“Ready?” he asked, offering his arm as they stood at the entrance.

“Ready,” she replied. They stepped into the light together. The cameras immediately swung toward them. Giovanni's arm was fixed around her waist, her hand resting on his chest where his heart beat strong and sure beneath her palm.

“Mr. Dowlen! You’re late to your own premiere!” a reporter called out.