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“Save something for your wedding vows,” I laugh.

Lifting a hand, she lovingly pushes a strand of hair out of my eyes. Her gaze soft but searching. “You really want to marry me?

“Without a doubt in my mind. Do you really want to marry me?” I don’t want her to do it because only an hour before she was worried I was going to die. This is forever, just as she said. I would never let her go.

“I do,” she answers softly, cupping my stubbled cheek. “I never thought I’d get married again, but now… I can’t bear the thought of not being your wife. Not being with you forever.”

Me neither.

19

Sadie

Tyson grunts from beside me,and I can’t hide the smile that spreads across my face.

“It’s not fucking funny. I should’ve suggested we go to a private island for our honeymoon, not stay in Vegas. Every fucking guy in a three-mile radius is looking at you,” he growls, slipping his sunglasses over his murderous eyes. “I’m going to end up spending my honeymoon in jail. Maybe we should visit one of the shops and get you a full piece swimsuit.” He shakes his head. “No, that won’t be good enough. You need a Mumu, that way no one can see your body.”

Rolling my head on the lounger toward him, I fight to hide my smile, but I know I fail when I can see his eyes turn to slits underneath his sunglasses. “Tyson Jacobs, I never would have thought you’d be the jealous type.”

“I am when every man here wants to fuck my wife,” his scowl deepens. “Stop smiling.”

“The only person I want to fuck is you, my sweet husband. You have nothing to worry about. Give me half an hour longer in the sun. I’m not as lucky as you. You spend twenty minutes outside and turn a beautiful bronze. I’ve got to spend hours to get half the tan you have.”

It really isn’t fair how easily he tans. It only makes him more gorgeous.

Reaching over, he links his hand with mine. “You’re beautiful just as you are. There’s no need for a tan.”

“Thank you, baby. Just give me a little more time and then we can stay in our room for the rest of today. I promise.”

If I thought we had a lot of sex before, it is nothing compared to now. Ty’s ring now sits on my left ring finger, and it seems to be an aphrodisiac. Every time he gets a glimpse of it, he strips me and fucks me wherever we are. Well almost everywhere. If we’re out, he waits until we get into our room where he ravages my body until I’m sated and blissed out, unable to move.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard and mark you every way I can,” he growls, pulling my lounger closer to his.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Glancing out to the pool and the surrounding people, no one is looking at me. If anything, it’s the women who are all but panting as they take in my husband sprawled out on the lounger like a sex god. If anyone should be jealous, it’s me, but I know that Ty would never cheat on me. He loves me and is crazy about me. Which is obvious from his unfounded accusations, but I find it sweet and endearing. It’s nice to have someone care about me and want me for themselves.

A few minutes later, I’m all hot and bothered thinking about what Ty’s going to do to me when we get to our room, and what he’s done since we’ve landed in Vegas. “Hey, I’m going to take a dip in the pool to cool off, and then we can go.”

“I’ll come with you,” he stands, holding his hand out for me.

I take it, smiling. It’s strange to be out in the open with our relationship. The few days we were at work past week after everyone found out about us, we came and left work together and had lunch, but besides those times we kept our distance, trying not to tempt fate and have someone say something that would set either of us off.

On a couple of occasions, I found Ty in a deep ‘discussion’ with a co-worker, but I let him handle it. It was what we had to deal with now that everyone knew about our relationship. I heard the snickers and the nasty comments behind my back but chose to ignore them as best as I could. I couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when they realized we were married.

Slipping into the water, I glide out to the middle of the pool, cooling off my overheated skin. Dipping underneath the surface to slick my hair back, I emerge to find Tyson standing in front of me, dripping wet. His body glistening in the sun as water droplets trail down his washboard abs. Pure sex.

Biting my bottom lip, I want to run my tongue all over his body. Take him in my mouth and bring him to his knees.

“Sweet girl, you’ve got to stop looking at me like that or I can’t be accountable for what I do to you in public,” he growls sexily.

“Come down here with me,” I purr.

Sinking into the water, Ty erases the space between us just as I wanted him to. Wrapping my legs around him, I lean back letting my upper body float and look up at my husband. The sun behind him makes it so I can’t see his handsome face, but I’ve stared at him and memorized his features enough that it’s as if the sun isn’t blinding me from his beauty.

His hand spans my stomach, moving up between my breasts, and back down. “I may not like all the men wanting what’s mine, but you do look damn fine in this bikini.” His fingertips brush the underside of my left breast before moving around to my side to play with the strings of my bottoms. “I can’t wait to untie these strings and let it fall to the floor.”

I sit up, keeping my legs wrapped around his waist, and run my hands up each ridge of his spectacular six pack. I don’t stop until my breasts are firmly pressed to his chest and my arms are wrapped around his neck, my fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

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