Page 152 of Prince Charming

Tag blew out a breath. Arson had truly gone above and beyond for brotherhood.

“Now make sure the viper understands your woman is off limits.”

“Thanks, man. I mean it.”

“My pleasure.” He cackled in return.

Not wanting to keep Lily outside too long, he told Arson he’d catch up with him later and he headed inside the club.

Lily asleep on his shoulder. He cut his gaze to where Marianna was talking with the old ladies and her eyes came to him. She had Pasha asleep on her lap, sending him a smile.

She was like something out of another world as she stood with the small boy in her arms, coming toward him in slow motion, hips swaying, eyes on fire.

Tag met her in the middle of the room, dipping his head without disturbing the sleeping girl on his shoulder, and they bussed lips.

“You look incredibly sexy holding a little girl.” She flushed a smile up at him.

He very nearly replied something dirty, he’d share it with her later, but for now, he knew she was happy. Tag couldn’t ask for more than that.

He kissed her again.

Walking by, the VP swerved his icy eyes toward Tag, unsmiling. He winked at him and strolled off. Tag laughed.

Maybe after all this time, he was out of Hawk’s shit book.

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Marianna really enjoyed being at Tag’s club.

Nothing like she expected and everything friendly she’d craved in her life for a long time. She liked everyone, but sitting alone with Tag was her favorite part of today.

“Happy?” He asked her, arm slung casually over her shoulder. The kids were awake again, fed and happily playing with the other kids in the middle of the floor.

She turned to him and smiled. “Very. Are you?”

“You know I am.” Their noses nuzzled. They’d go home together and soon after that they’d really make a home and family together.

Marianna could not wait.

Happiness was a long time coming. Now it was here, she was grabbing on with both hands and never letting go.

He’d watched her like a predator while she’d taken herself out of her shyness to talk to everyone. His eyes drunk with desire, and his kiss-shaped mouth beckoning her every second.

Marianna was completely and utterly possessed by him.

If there was such a thing as drunk on a man—drunk on his flagrant display of love, then she was it.

Shy, but needing his mouth, she leaned in and kissed him chastely. The dirty devil tried to slip her his tongue, and she pulled back scandalized, checking to see if anyone was watching them.

God, she loved his lips.

His height. His voice. The way he held her close and nuzzled her nose and took her hand. She loved a million different things about Tag.

But most of all.

The number one reason she loved this man with everything she was, was because of his heart.

His lovely, giving heart.

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