Page 163 of Sugar

“Correct,” he repeated. “That gives you six months to plan a wedding.”

“I can do that.”

Technically, I could do it in a week if it meant being Mrs. Easton Wells, hotness at law.

He leaned down again, getting in my face so his was all I could see. Love and adoration and lust glittered in his dark eyes even as his voice came out gravelly and stern. “I wasn’t asking.”

I tried to smother my grin and force somberness. “Of course not. You tell me what to do, and I do it.”

“Exactly. And we’re getting married in six months.”

“Okay.”

“And you’ll have my last name.”

“Yes, I will.”

“And the world will know who you belong to.”

“They will.”

His phone hadn’t buzzed to say that the reserved room was ready, but he unlatched my cuffs anyway. “Time to go to the car, Madeline.”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

Maddie

FOUR YEARS LATER...

“I have an issue,husband,” I said, sticking just my head into ourbedroom doorway.

“If the issue is that you’re all the way over there while I’m over here, then I have the same one.” Easton turned to face me as he reached down to adjust the bulge in his tight boxer briefs.

It was nearly enough to make me forget my own problems, the reason for the space, and to breathe.

Thankfully, he pulled his pants up and fastened them into place, allowing some common sense to return to my brain.

Not much.

But some.

“What’s the issue, wife?” he prompted when I continued to ogle him.

“I can’t get my dress zipped up.”

“That sounds like the opposite of a problem.”

“And if I ask you to do it, you’ll see my breasts because they’re out of control right now.”

“Again, the opposite of a problem.”

“And then we won’t leave.”

He offered me a wicked smirk. “Which part is supposed to be the issue?”

“I would like to attend this premiere because it’ll be the last one I can cover for a while. I need you to zip my dress without luring me in with sexual manipulation.”

“If I agree, I’ll be perjuring myself.”

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