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“A what?”

“She was only married for fifty-five hours.” She shifts her weight under my touch. “And I want to be married forever.”

“You can rest assured that when you give me you, I’m never going to let you go.”

Emmy averts her gaze. “You don’t mean—“

“Have you known me to fuck around?” I brush my thumb across her cheek, feeling her hesitation. “Just tell me no, Em, and we’ll pretend this conversation never happened.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

She raises her chin confidently. “I want to do it.”

“Now, you’re drunk.” I cock my head to the side because now I’m beginning to doubt this.

I don’t want her to regret it in the morning.

Her hands find my hips, and she rests them over the waistband of my jeans. “Not drunk enough to make really bad decisions.”

“Yeah?” She rises on her tiptoes to close the distance between us, but I pull back a little. “Nah, I want to kiss you when you promise me forever.”

The look in her eyes turns self-conscious and innocent. “What if you think I’m a bad kisser?”

I shake my head slowly. “I highly doubt that.”

“But you don’t know.”

“Then I’ll teach you how I like it.” I press my forehead into hers. “I like a lot of tongue, and my most sensitive spot is my neck. You suck on it, I’m fucking yours.”

“What else?”

“Tryin’ for that life insurance policy already?”

She chuckles. It’s light and airy as her fingers slowly graze the cotton of my tee, sending a wave of enthusiasm down to my groin. “I’d like to keep you around for a little bit.”

“Then let’s hurry up and do it so I can enjoy you as long as possible.”

We wave down a taxi, and Emmy holds my hand as we tell the driver to take us to the courthouse so we can obtain a marriage license. I think she believed I was kidding until we pulled up and ran in before they closed at midnight.

As my body began to sober, it questioned what the hell I was doing. And when we arrived at a little chapel with red roses, I gave Emmy an out.

She didn’t want it.

We got married by a minister and not Elvis. She in her white dress and me in my black leather coat.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the middle-aged minister proclaims happily. “You may kiss your bride.”

Emmy smiles at me, and I wrap my arm around her waist, crushing her to my chest.

“You sure about this?” I mutter over her lips again. “Because I’m giving you forever.”

“I want forever...with you.”

My lips crush into hers, tasting how fucking intoxicating she really is. My tongue sweeps invitingly into her mouth, and Emmy takes a part of me that I didn’t know I was willing to give up.

I don’t know if captivated is the right word for it because Emmy knows damn well how to kiss a man.

We head back to the Bellagio, and neither of us can keep our hands off each other. At the front desk of the hotel, she proudly calls herself Mrs. Bishop to the receptionist, and in the elevator, I kiss her until I’m out of breath.

“Holy shit,” Emmy awes as she takes in the floor-to-wall windows of our room that overlook the backdrop of Vegas and the fountains we were standing at over an hour ago. “This is beautiful.”

She ignores everything else but the view and makes her way over to it.

I—for the millionth time since I’ve known her, take in her perfect ass as she walks away from me.

But not for long.

I stride up behind her and press a trail of kisses from her shoulder all the way up to the column of her neck.

She leans in against me, inviting me to continue, and I couldn’t stop if I tried.

I clasp my lips over her earlobe and start a path with my palms over her stomach, down to her thigh. Lifting the material of her dress, my cock twitches in anticipation of laying claim to my wife.

My wife. 

Holy fuck. I got married.

Emmy’s ass presses deeper into my thighs, being so much shorter than me, my hard cock pushes against her spine in deep agony of this.

Her.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Emmy.” I turn her face to look into her eyes. “And so fucking mine now.”

She flicks her gaze to my mouth, and I fuse ours together in a battle of lips and tongues.

She pivots then begins to undo the button of my jeans. I unclasp her bra through her dress and slide both materials over her shoulders and down her back.

Impatiently my t-shirt comes over my head with her urgent fingers, and she shoves me towards one of the queen-sized beds.

With her little stature, she shows no intimidation by my height because my back hits the soft mattress, and she climbs over me.

Her flawless breasts perk proud, and her nipples harden as she pulls out my cock from my boxer briefs and drifts towards me to crush them against my chest.

Brown eyes lock with my blues, and she takes me in for a second before her hand runs down the side of my whiskers to my beard.

“No regrets?” she whispers. I shake my head and recline forward to take her lips for the hundredth time tonight.

Bringing my knees up, Emmy reaches between us to position over my cock and torturously slides down my stiff length.

I growl in her mouth as she bites down on my lower lip and starts to ride me.

I pretty much die and get reborn in this moment. The sweet girl-next-door with the body of a sinner and the kiss of a succubus just hijacked my whole being.

There isn’t anything I can think of that I wouldn’t give her. My loyalty to her will be unyielding and never-changing.

She is mine.

And, fuck me, I’m hers.

She breaks our kiss and creates a path around my jaw to the place I told her drives me crazy. Her silky lips flatten along the column of my throat, and she sucks lightly.

My hands find her soft ass as I pump into