Page 94 of Accidental Mile High Daddy
I grinned. “I love you,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “And I’m never letting you go.”
The officiant hadn’t even finished the sentence before she grabbed me by the lapels and had her mouth on mine — like she’d been waiting the whole damn day to do it.
It wasn’t formal. It wasn’t traditional. But it was ours, and it was perfect.
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The sea stretched out in every direction, quiet and infinite under the stars, the shoreline just a warm glow in the distance. The yacht cut through the water in silence, sleek and decadent — it was over the top, absurd, and exactly what she’d accused me of owning over a year ago.
She’d disappeared into the closest bathroom the second she’d stepped on board, rifled through my bag, and come out dressless and barefoot in one of my white button-downs,murmuring something about her dress being uncomfortable and her breasts being sore. Now, Sienna leaned against the railing, her hair flowing in the breeze, relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen since before the twins, before the bedrest — probably not since she’d fallen asleep on me on the way back from Massachusetts. The rings on her fingers caught the moonlight, yellow, gold, and perfect, andGod, I’d won.
“Can’t believe I was right about your stupid yacht,” she said, her gaze locked on the water reflecting the low-hanging moon. “So, gaudy.”
I grinned, crossing the deck toward her, my undone bow tie hanging loose around my neck. “You wanted to see it,” I reminded her.
“It’s disgusting.”
“True.”
“So,” she said, glancing back at me. “How many girls have you seduced on this floating palace?”
“Honestly?” I smirked, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist, letting my lips fall just beside her ear. “None. I bought it to use whenever I wanted to take Zach around Europe. But you’re welcome to be the first.”
She snorted, pushing back against me just enough to make my blood start to pool between my hip bones. “That sounds like a lie.”
“It’s not. Swear on the girls’ lives.”
She gasped exaggeratedly. “Matt,” she laughed. “You can’t just swear on their lives when you’re soobviouslylying. This is supposed to be the part of our wedding night where youravishme, not where you risk the safety of our children with whatever tricksy, God is out there listening.”
I smirked, trailing my lips down her neck, breathing in the perfume that smelled so intensely familiar. “Not a lie, sweetheart,” I murmured. “And besides, this is the part whereI’m supposed to tell you what to do and you’re supposed to follow orders without complaint, since you’re my wife and I believe, technically, that means I own your soul.”
She cackled. “Youwish.”
“It’s a legally binding contract, Sienna.”
“You’re insane.”
“It’s my right,” I teased, dragging my nose against that spot beneath her ear that made her breath catch every time. “You should probably start addressing me as‘sir’now?—”
“Matt.”
My hand went flat against her stomach, pulling her entirely flush against my body. I popped open a button. “Yes,Mrs. Strathmore?”
“You—ahh,” she paused as my fingers drifted across bare skin beneath the shirt, “—you realize I’m never going to do what I’m told, right?”
I hummed a chuckle against her skin, nipping at her earlobe. “Not even a little bit?”
Her hand lifted, slid into my hair, andpulled. “Not even if you beg.”
I groaned, half laughing, halfachingfor her. “You should respect your elders,” I teased. “What kind of example does that set for our kids, hmm? I’m averyfragile man of nearly fifty.”
She burst out laughing. “You’re forty-eight, you psycho. I’ve seen your workout routine,” she grinned, turning her head just enough to look at me. “You’ve got more core strength than the average twenty-year-old.”
“I could still throw out my back,” I countered.
“You are the mostdramaticman I haveever?—”
I twisted her slightly in my arms as I pressed my lips to hers, not quite sweet, not quiteloving, but heated in every way she was igniting in me. I turned her more, twisting her body to mine, pinning her against the railing as I deepened it, my fingerssliding into her hair and sending little pins skittering onto the deck beneath us or into the water below.
