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“You were incredible today. You look beautiful right now. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
“That’s a pretty good start.”
“My heart is full, and my dick is hard.”
Waverly laughed and slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Xavier, my parents are here!” But her words were undercut when she cuddled her hips against his. He heard the low purr in her throat when she rubbed against him.
He held her tight against him.
“We need to tell your parents!” she gasped.
“I think my parents know that you make me hard, and I’m sure none of us really need or want to have that conversation.”
She rolled her eyes, her fingers brushing the back of his neck. “We need to tell your parents we’re engaged. I don’t want them to hear it from anyone else, and judging by Dante and Petra’s entrance, there’s going to be a herd of paparazzi outside.”
Xavier shifted her into one arm and reached into his jacket pocket. He fished out his phone and opened the camera. “Smile pretty and hold up your hand,” he ordered.
She did as she was told, and he snapped the picture. “There,” he said, typing a quick text. “My parents have been alerted.”
“We should go see them soon,” Waverly decided. “I haven’t seen Madelyn in ages.”
“As soon as this mess is cleaned up, we’ll fly out,” Xavier promised.
“You’re awfully accommodating tonight,” she laughed.
“It’s hard not to feel generous when I have everything I ever wanted.”
Her face turned suddenly serious. “I love you, Xavier.”
“I’m never going to get tired of hearing those words from your perfect mouth,” he said, rubbing his thumb over her lips. “Please don’t make me wait to make this official.”
“You don’t want a long engagement?” Waverly teased.
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I think I’m going to need longer than twelve hours’ notice.”
“What kind of wedding do you want?” he asked, curious.
She shook her head. “I have no idea. One that doesn’t resemble a circus,” she decided.
“I can make that happen,” he promised her.
“You really love me, don’t you?” Waverly said, skimming her fingertips down his cheek, following the line of his jaw. “How did I get to be so lucky?”
“Angel, I’m going to ask myself that every day for the rest of my life.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
If the lead up to the sting had been stressful, the cleanup was a thousand times worse. Between the pissing contests of local law enforcement and the feds, the endless secret debriefings with just about every intelligence agency in the country, and turning over every shred of evidence they had collected against Tomasso, Target Productions, and Nancy O’Mara, Xavier was exhausted.
Throw in two trips to London to divide the new Invictus office oversight with Micah, and Xavier was ready to sleep for a week. And then drag Waverly to Vegas to get married.
He’d barely seen her since the night they’d celebrated their victory over Tomasso. Xavier had made it his mission to keep Waverly’s name out of everything surrounding Tomasso’s arrest, and that had involved weeks of cleanup.
Once again, their drama had played out in spectacular fashion. But this time, it hadn’t also been broadcast on cell phone screens across America. This time, Xavier did everything he could to keep her name out of the fallout.
